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Edited on Wed Feb-01-06 04:34 PM by Rambis
THE BUTTON PUSHER (Enoch Kent)
Chorus: I am the man, the well fed man, in charge of the terrible knob The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job When the Atom war is over and the world is split in three A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, There'll be nobody left but me
I sit at me desk in Washington in charge of this great machine More vicious than Adolf Hitler, more deadly than strychnine And in the evening after a tiring day just to give meself laugh I hit the button a playful belt and I listen for a blast
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If Brezhnev starts his nonsense and makes a nasty smell With a wink and a nod from Nixon I'll blast them all to hell And as for that fella Castro—him with his sugar cane He needn't hide behind his whiskers—I'll get him just same
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If me wife denies me conjugal rights or me breakfast is sour From eight to nine in the morning you're for nervous hour The Button being so terribly close it's really a dreadful joke I'll part with arse as I go past and we'll all go up in smoke
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Now I'm thinking of joining the Army, the Army that bans the bomb We take up a large collection and I'll donate me thumb For without it I am helpless and that's the way to be You don't have to kill the whole bloody to make the people free
Dimson scares me like this
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