[Spoken] Here in South Carolina, we do things different When it comes to fireworks, we don't hire professionals We are professionals We got what you call Freelance Firework Shows This song is a tribute to an elite set of men who exercise their inalienable right to shoot off fireworks Bobby taught us by example not to look down a roman candle when you light it He lost his right eye but you know, he's a better looking guy without it And that jumbo bottle rocket that got lit in his pocket would've flew if it were'nt for his belt loop We were listening to Elvis when it shattered his pelvis But it was cool, 'cause it blew right at the end of Don't be Cruel This song is for all our pyrotechnical heroes What they lacked in discretion, they made in combustion The ones who lit the fuse and wound up dead, injured or lame We salute you The Fallen Founding Fathers of the Freelance Fireworks Hall of Fame Remember when Jed filled his pickup truck bed full of fireworks for a big time that night? One cigarette out his window made for one historical light show and to me, a poetic way to die But the best has got to be Bill's ingenuity with a man sized rocket, duct tape and a lawn chair Well, he did good, I reckon He rode a full eight seconds without spilling one drop of his beer This song is for all our pyrotechnical heroes, risking mutilation, all for detonation They ignited the fire storm, now we fan the flame And we salute you The Fallen Founding Fathers of the Freelance Fireworks Hall of Fame