The Deputy got run over by the new fire truck
Rushing from the station to meet his wife Christmas Eve.
You can say there's no such thing as the AFG,
But as for me and the Chief we believe.

He had been gloating on the Firehouse forums all day,
And we begged him to get off and go home.
But when he realized the time,
He rushed out the bay door into the snow.

When the firefighters found him Christmas mornin’,
At the scene of the accident.
There were tire-prints on his forehead,
And a huge smile on his face.

The Deputy got run over by the new fire truck
Rushing from the station to meet his wife Christmas Eve.
You can say there's no such thing as the AFG,
But as for me and the Chief we believe.

Now the firefighters are all so proud of the Chief,
He's been takin’ this so well.
See him on the apparatus floor,
Washing, polishing and waxing the truck with the probies.

It's not Christmas without the Deputy,
All the firefighters dressed in Class A’s.
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we keep the new fire truck, or give it back?
Heck no!!

Merry Christmas