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.
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