A belly scratcher thinks he’s paid well but his officers are either lousy or in need of showers. He eyes a guerilla girl he wouldn’t mind meeting. A President talks to himself in the mirror, admires his clean shirt and doesn’t think of his icky country—and has unpaid bills in Afghanistan. Now a general who wants to teach France to dance, seeks romance and has stinking company wants Ms Hard and Sweet—the guerilla gal.
Bombs away but we’re ok. Never been to Bombay. Guess they were. Bombs away but we’re ok. Bombs away but we’re ok. Bombs away but we’re ok.
Whatever happened to Bombs Away? Was it simply a useless play on words with reference to this song?
Thought you were wishing the bombs away…
I must not be much of a wisher. Who wakes up and says well honey, I’m off to blow myself and hundreds of strangers up in a plane today? Come on! This is fairy tale crappola!
Is it?
Yes!
Suggestions?
Change the script? Oh—that never works. Okay—forget it. I guess I will just resign myself to the asinine chaos that ensues when some deity will not conduct his Religion 101 class with a bit more integrity!
You mean me! I beg your pardon.
Oh, shove it. I don’t talk to jerks … This is all so perfectly stupid …
A belly scratcher thinks he’s paid well but his officers are either lousy or in need of showers. He eyes a guerilla girl he wouldn’t mind meeting. A President talks to himself in the mirror, admires his clean shirt and doesn’t think of his icky country—and has unpaid bills in Afghanistan. Now a general who wants to teach France to dance, seeks romance and has stinking company wants Ms Hard and Sweet—the guerilla gal.
Bombs away but we’re ok. Never been to Bombay. Guess they were. Bombs away but we’re ok. Bombs away but we’re ok. Bombs away but we’re ok.
Whatever happened to Bombs Away? Was it simply a useless play on words with reference to this song? Thought you were wishing the bombs away… I must not be much of a wisher. Who wakes up and says well honey, I’m off to blow myself and hundreds of strangers up in a plane today? Come on! This is fairy tale crappola!
Is it? Yes! Suggestions? Change the script? Oh—that never works. Okay—forget it. I guess I will just resign myself to the asinine chaos that ensues when some deity will not conduct his Religion 101 class with a bit more integrity! You mean me! I beg your pardon. Oh, shove it. I don’t talk to jerks … This is all so perfectly stupid …