I
The Rocket-man and the Dotard went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some ego, and plenty of hardblow,
Wrapped up in a billion dollar note.
The Dotard picked up his glass of coke,
And barked to a small guitar,
'O what a *****! A *****, a joke,
O What a ***** you are,
You are,
You are!
O What a ***** you are!'
II
RM said to the Dotard, 'You massive *******!
You soundeth just like a dog!
O let us send nukes, no need for the troops:
Turn the world into rubble and fog.'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Rhetoric grows
And there in a wood the 20th century stood
With a tear at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a tear at the end of his nose.
III
'20th C, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your compassion and knowledge and learning?'
'Compassion' said he? 'Get down on one knee.'
But neither could bow to the world’s yearning
They instructed their slaves, to send Hbombs in waves
Their anger writ large with aplomb
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the bomb,
The bomb,
The bomb,
They danced by the light of the bomb.