When the polls show that we stink to heaven With politicians behind bars When peace will not distract them, I must depend on Mars And the spawning of more roles for the nefarious, Before they bury us Barbarious nefarious! When my ploys are found to stink to heaven, When my best boys are behind bars, When peace will not distract them, I turn again to Mars And the dawning of my war against Syria And planned hysteria About bacteria We'll find in Syria Hysteria! Hysteria!
Music by Galt MacDermot |