Business as usual starts with the sound of another damn funeral march through the town One less for St. Nicholas there's nothing as vile Or as sad or ridiculous as the coffin of a child
He flies through the air with the greatest of ease That daring young man in the blue dungarees Struck down by the G-force of a Semtex suprise He bucks like a sea horse Keels over and dies
With his eyes all dramatic glazed and confused The full metal jacket trousers and shoes
He flies through the air with the greatest of ease That daring young man in the blue dungarees
And his poor pathetic parents so stricken with grief that they spelt his name wrong on his funeral wreath are appealing for no vengeance on behalf of their son But they've already assembled and planted the bomb
He flies through the air with the greatest of ease That daring young man in the blue dungarees Struck down by the G-force of a Semtex suprise He bucks like a sea horse Keels over and dies .
