Know When To Fold 'Em

It seems the world is on the brink of something much too big to think of as just a pair of boys being boys comparing both their big bang toys. There’s that chubby chap in North Korea who fills my waking hours with fear well, if he’s never thought to change his barber he might be dumb enough to nuke Pearl Harbour. And the other bloke, who pouts his lips and likes to touch his fingertips and wears that bloody awful wig. I hope his ego’s not so big he tries to win what can’t be won and thee and me get megatonned.