Big Bruce-Steve Greenburg

The folk history of America Is the history of it's heroes Big workin' men like John Henry, Paul Bunyon & Big Bad John But today I'd like to introduce a new folk hero He didn't work in a mine or on a railroad Or any of those strenuous occupations He worked in a beauty salon & his name was Bruce Well at the beauty salon every morning at ten Big Bruce arrived & kind of tip-toed in He wore bell bottomed pants & a polka-dot tie And whenever he spoke, it was just to say 'Hi' Big Bruce Big Bad Bruce And everyone knew when he swished into town You could smell his perfume for miles around He stood six foot five, & weighed 106 With a curl in his hair & a smile on his lips Big Bruce Big Old Bruce The boys all say he's from Abilene Where he had a social group called The Lone Star Queens Some say Hollywood or Beverly Hills Where he got arrested for passing Three dollar bills That's Bruce Dumb Old Bruce Then came the day of that terrible fire Something went wrong in the number five dryer Into the chaos of those matronly dames Went Big Bad Bruce just a fannin' the flames Big Bad Bruce Big Bad Brucey Woosey Well the flames grew higher & the fire got worse And someone heard Brucey cry, 'Mercy I forgot my purse' Into the fire with a squeal & a shout We waited an hour, but he never came out Poor Bruce Poor Old Bruce Where that salon once stood, there's a grocery store But his name will live forever more In the annals of time & the hall of fame As the gay young cat who went down in flames Big Bruce You might say this has been kind of a fairy tale