I am the man, the well-fed man in charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job
When the atom war is over and the world is split in three
A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, there'll be nobody left but meI sit at my desk in Washington in charge of this great machine
More vicious than Adolf Hitler, more deadly than strychnine
And in the evening after a tiring day just to give myself a laugh
I hit the button a playful belt and I listen for the blast
I am the man, the well-fed man in charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job
When the atom war is over and the world is split in three
A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, there'll be nobody left but me
If Brezjnev starts his nonsense and makes a nasty smell
With a wink and a nod from Nixon I'll blast them all to hell
And as for that fellow Castro, him with the sugar cane
He needn't hide behind his whiskers, I'll get him just the same
I am the man, the well-fed man in charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job
When the atom war is over and the world is split in three
A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, there'll be nobody left but me
If me wife denies my conjucular rights or me breakfast milk is sour
From eight to nine in the morning you're in for a nervous hour
The button being so terribly close it's really a dreadful joke
A bump of my ass as I go past and we'll all go up in smoke
I am the man, the well-fed man in charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job
When the atom war is over and the world is split in three
A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, there'll be nobody left but me
Now I'm thinking of joining the army, the army that bans the bomb
We'll take up a large collection and I'll donate my thumb
For without it I am helpless and that's the way to be
You don't have to kill the whole bloody lot to make the people free
I am the man, the well-fed man in charge of the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job
When the atom war is over and the world is split in three
A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, there'll be nobody left but me

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