Well the tones go off at half past two, Douglas says, "Boys, we've got work to do!" We grab our gear and hit the truck, Another lift assist... well ain't that luck. Scott's behind the wheel, driving like a pro. Brent says, "Let's hustle, boys, time to go." Dawsons laughing, Jordans cracking jokes, Clark's in back missing IV pokes. Chorus 🎶 We're the boys from Station 3, Running calls nobody wants to see. Smoke and flames, CPR, Fat women wedged in their car. Feces on the carpet, blood on the floor, Dispatch keeps sending us one more. It's dirty work, but somebody's gotta be... The crazy crew from Station 3! 🎶 Verse 2 Got a CPR in aisle nine, Compression rhythm keeping perfect time. ROSC comes back, time to sedate, Who's going to intubate? Drunk women trying to make a pass, Look what is that? A Mexican mustache! We've got rodeo clowns, and really mean drunks, Wives back home that think we're hunks. Chorus 🎶 We're the boys from Station 3... (repeat) Bridge House is smoking, flames up high, Everybody wonders, "Who's gonna fly?" Scott get us there like a NASCAR pro, Brent says, "Charge it!"... away we go. Dawson's swinging irons with a grin so wide, Jordan's pulling ceiling from side to side. Clark attempts another IV try. "That was a valve..." Nice try, guy. Verse 3 Back at the station, dinner's hot, Then dispatch says, "Guess what you've got?" Another lift assist down the street, Four hundred pounds and swollen feet. We finally sit around midnight, Thinking maybe we'll sleep tonight. Then tones drop out before we snore... "Engine 3, Medic 1... respond once more!" Final Chorus 🎶 We're the boys from Station 3, Doing things that nobody sees. From fire attack to CPR Lift assists and still alarms. Covered in smoke and things unnamed, Still we'd never trade this game. Brothers forever, wild and free... Here's to the crew at Station 3! Outro Scott keeps driving, Brent's in command, Dawson and Jordan lend a hand. Clark's still fishing for one more vein... "Got it!"... Nope, infiltrated again!