They tattooed "defect" on his brow,
And signed him up again.
He killed ten thousand Germans, a hundred Japanese,
A family of Hindus, and a lot of Portugese.
Nine plan failed.
I could never see the point of showing them you're boss,
When they drag you through the city streets
And nail you to a cross.
They took him to the office.
They strapped him to the bed.
They fastened lots of pretty wires, securely to his head.
They wheeled him down the corridor, upon a metal trolley.
Now he wears big spectacles and he sings like Buddy Holly.
Nine plan failed.
I could never see the point of showing them you're boss,
When they drag you through the city streets,
And nail you to a cross.
The World declared it's armistaice and took away his guns.
And now he staisfies himself on piss-weak tea and buns,
On piss-weak tea and buns.
Oh oh at the disco.
Rome is very pretty and Rome is very grand.
But the Pope lost his four fingers,
When they gave this boy his hand to kiss,
When they gave this boy his hand to kiss.
It wasn't funny, no.
He wasn't very good at school.
His highest grade was "C".
But he believed the managers when they said,
"You leave it all to me."
They gave him suits from Saville Row.
The quality so fine.
So now he sits in the desert wastes, just waiting for the sign.
Nine plan failed.
Adam Ant