THE BOMB



Some friends and I have worked for years in deepest secrecy

The work went on around the clock and I look for a treat

We've built the perfect weapon, we're unveiling it today

It turns the tanks to butter, but the people walk away.



The bomb, the bomb, we finally built the perfect bomb

It's impossible to stop, I can hardly wait to drop

The bomb, the bomb, we finally built the perfect bomb

I'll tell you what I'm counting on, the bomb, the bomb



The blast extends for miles and it doesn't harm a soul

Every missile warhead turns into a lump of coal

The guns all turn to licorice, the knives all break in two

The grenades are filled with flowers, colored red and white and

blue.



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The wonders of our perfect bomb are very strange to tell

It doesn't only change the guns, it changes hearts as well

An instant of exposure to its penetrating ray

Will turn a Yassar Arafat into a Danny Kay



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But perhaps its greatest feature, its happiest surprise

Is the way our perfect weapon searches out the meanest lies

It captures them completely, and before the bomb is through

Every word a politician says is absolutely true



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I'll tell you what I'm counting on, the bomb, the bomb.

Copyright Tom Paxton

By Tom Paxton on his Bulletin Album on HogEye label.

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