Fire Down Below [Italian translation]

She was the parson’s daughter

with red and rosy cheeks.

(Way, hey, hee, hi, ho!)

She went to church on Sunday

and sang the anthem sweet

(and there’s fire down below.)

The parson was a misery,

so scraggy and so thin

(Way, hey, hee, hi, ho!)

Look here you motherfuckers

if you lead a life of sin

and there’s fire down below.

He took his text from Malachi

and pulled a weary face

(Way, hey, hee, hi, ho!)

and I fucked off for Africa

and there I fell from grace

’cause there’s fire down below.

The parson’s little daughter

was as sweet as sugar candy

(Way, hey, hee, hi, ho!)

I said to her us sailors

would make lovers neat and handy

’cause there’s fire down below.

She says to me: You sailors

are a bunch of fucking liars

(Way, hey, hee, hi, ho!)

And all of you are bound to hell

to feed the fucking fires

’cause there’s fire down below.

Well there’s fire down below, my lads,

so we must do what we oughtta

(Way, hey, hee, hi, ho!)

'Cause the fire is not half as hot

as the parson’s little daughter

And there’s fire down below.