Hey, baby…you’re the Bomb for sure.
Daddy’s nuts soaked it up, transmitting the glowing juice to the next generation. Mutants are here, hear? Hot core fixes the future like a photo. Burning, shining, nausea and finally freaky tadpoles. Hop on Pop, fly-boy! Twitching and different and Noh going back now. Happy Hiroshima Day very much! And Happy Andy Birthday too. Thank you. Thank you. (GH)
They’re starving in Africa. They’re rioting in Spain. There’s hurricanes in Florida, and Texas needs rain.
The whole world is festering with unhappy souls. The French hate the Germans, the Germans hate the Poles.
Italians hate Yugoslavs, South Africans hate the Dutch. And I don’t like anybody very much!
But we can be tranquil and thankful and proud, for man’s been endowed with a mushroom-shaped cloud.
And we know for certain that some lovely day, someone will set the spark off… and we will all be blown away.
They’re rioting in Africa. There’s strife in Iran. What nature doesn’t do to us… will be done by our fellow man.