Chique Geek - Zug
This tale's 'bout the Isle of ZugPeninsula, canal was dug
Native American burial grounds
Might explain the eerie sounds
Sam Zug's fancy dream home
Detroit Island, all his own
1880s diggin' took place
Detroit to Rouge River space
Drill that hole, tap that heat
Face on fire, burnin' feet
Oxy lance, sparks a flyin'
Facin' fears, or die tryin'
Molten steel flowin' hot
Melt your flesh right on the spot
Too busy, too busy, tappin' the heat
Too busy, too busy, tappin' the heat
Why bother with this history
Part o' Zug's great Mystery
Detroit Iron Works bought the isle
First blast furnace built with style
Pig iron for the local foundries
In all the surrounding counties
Iron Works to Great Lakes Steel
Smokin' iron makin' deal
Drill that hole, tap that heat
Face on fire, burnin' feet
Oxy lance, sparks a flyin'
Facin' fears, or die tryin'
Molten steel flowin' hot
Melt your flesh right on the spot
Too busy, too busy, tappin' the heat
Too busy, too busy, tappin' the heat
Smeltin' iron, none faint hearted
On your toes, charge's started
Skip-car's dumpin' coke-n-ore
Limestone in the skip-car pour
Tuyere's heated air injection
Soundin' like a fighter engine
White-hot iron liquifyin'
Firebrick keepin' us from fryin'
Drill that hole, tap that heat
Face on fire, burnin' feet
Oxy lance, sparks a flyin'
Facin' fears, or die tryin'
Molten steel flowin' hot
Melt your flesh right on the spot
Too busy, too busy, tappin' the heat
Too busy, too busy, tappin' the heat
Blast Furnace Ops, special gear
Face shield down heat's too near
Cobalt mirrored glasses note
Heavy wool long overcoat
Gloves heavy foundry leather
Flame retardant any weather
Nothin' livin' on Zug island
Just rats-n-cats a multiplyin'
Drill that hole, tap that heat
Face on fire, burnin' feet
Oxy lance, sparks a flyin'
Facin' fears, or die tryin'
Molten steel flowin' hot
Melt your flesh right on the spot
Too busy, too busy, tappin' the heat
Too busy, too busy, tappin' the heat
Guide molten gold to the pot
Pourin' down the runner slot
Move your ass, time is money
Bottle car's a-waitin' honey
Hotter n Hell, that's no joke
Slag's a floatin', sulfur smoke
Burnin' nostrils, torch your lungs
How a Keeper has his fun
Drill that hole, tap that heat
Face on fire, burnin' feet
Oxy lance, sparks a flyin'
Facin' fears, or die tryin'
Molten steel flowin' hot
Melt your flesh right on the spot
Too busy, too busy, tappin' the heat
Too busy, too busy, tappin' the heat
Too busy, too busy, tappin' the heat
Too busy, too busy, tappin' the heat
Written by:
David Menter
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