My Boomers Are Famous
Is everybody wearing green today
In honour or our Irish friends
Can't ever wear those light, bright colours
Coz of explosions from my bottom end
Try as I might to disguise the sound
It's like a trumpet in a marching band
Mothers try to hide their little kiddies
My boomers are famous throughout the land
Actually been known to topple down trees
Some building have been forbidden entry
Till the all-clear alert is finally sounded
Checking if all the offices were empty
Rather be known for some scientific discovery
But hey, take fame from where it comes
If that's the reason for my new found fame
I take solace and celebrate my bum
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