Mr. B

Millions of people standing like ghosts
Waiting for the entrance sign
To heaven or hell or
Whatever they call
The place of oblivion
After the bomb drops

Death wears a big hat and a thin red tie
He dances in front of all the cameras
Death has a satchel his buddies carry
And in it inside is the key to the world

Here comes Mr. B, B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29
Here comes Mr. B, B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29

Somewhere in Palestine
A crazy angry man wants to rule the world
So he buys himself an atom bomb
And drops it on your head

And you know what he wants
Because you won't have a face to hold on to
Yeah, hold on to

Here comes Mr. B, B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29
Here comes Mr. B, B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29

I don't want to hear about this shit
I don't want to know about your confessions
There's nothing in this life that really means
As much as me and you
And life is so important
And all you're talking about is bombs
Pouring all that money down the drain
We don't want to hear about it

Here comes Mr. B, B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29
Here comes Mr. B, B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29

I don't want to die
Don't want to die
Don't want to die
Oh no
I don't want to die
Don't want to die
Don't want to die
Wooh
I don't want to die
Don't want to die
Don't want to die

Here comes now Mr. B 29
B 29

B 29

Millions of people standing like ghosts
Waiting for the entrance sign
To heaven or hell or
Whatever they call
Place of oblivion
After the bomb

Here comes Mr. B, B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29
Oh, here comes Mr. B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29

I don't want to die
Don't want to die
Don't want to die
No
I don't want to die
Don't want to die
Don't want to die
Wooh, sing it
I don't want to die
Don't want to die
Don't want to die

Here she comes now, Mr. B 29
B 29

B 29