Hans Austermann's Fire

There’s a Midwestern town, in Southeast Michigan, called the “Village Of Lake Orean”. If three miles you will take, to Beach Drive, Tommy's Lake, you will find yourself many good friends. For the people out here, have laughter to share, Tommy’s Lake, ‘round a fire, you will find them all there, they’re good women and men, down at Hans Austermann’s, off Beach Drive, out near Lake Orean. Hans builds his fire with scrap timber and wood, gathered up from his old neighborhood. And he knows with each fire that he kindles and tends, that he’ll soon see his neighbors and friends. For the people out here, have laughter to share, Tommy’s Lake, ‘round a fire, you will find them all there, they’re good women and men, down at Hans Austermann’s, off Beach Drive, out near Lake Orean. Cindy and Eric, Barbara and Hans, will be there, making friends ’round the fire. You’ll find Missy and Jay, and Matt while he plays, his guitar ‘till the wee morning hours. For the people out here, have laughter to share, Tommy’s Lake, ‘round a fire, you will find them all there, they’re good women and men, down at Hans Austermann’s, off Beach Drive, out near Lake Orean. By two thirty four, the fire by the shore, is all embers and b*****g no more. So, Hans bids a farewell to his neighbors and friends, but he knows they’ll be back soon again. For the people out here, have laughter to share, Tommy’s Lake, ‘round a fire, you will find them all there, they’re good women and men, down at Hans Austermann’s, off Beach Drive, out near Lake Orean.