The Santas wear orange In this neighbourhood
And they give up their Christmas to serve common good
They ride big white sleighs with sirens and lights
And they battle the fires through long days and nights
In the ash and the embers with smoke in their eyes under roaring jet planes dropping pink from the skies
They fight and they battle before giant flames
There is courage and honour and grit in their names
Yes the Santas wear orange, we can't thank them enough
Because giving up Christmas must be really tough
The community's happy that they are all here
But they'd be happier still if we had some rain dear!