Lyrics:

Atomic man, embossed on hues
Of money greens that swell and ooze
Will scratch his chin, as if to muse
That all this winning meant to lose
'Cos here he was, no time to choose
A way to change and try to fuse
Himself into the way the queues
Of those still hoping for some news about anything

'Attack you fools!' the captain bawls
'I'll have your heads upon my walls!'
So rows of heroes crouch to crawls
Bomb bamboo huts and village halls
Smash ping-pong bats with cannon balls
As Ali-Baba's sheiks and sauls
Debag Goliath as he falls
While the Statue Of Liberty climbs and mauls everything

'Champagne for the hero whore
And watch your step in all that gore
But not too much, he'll scream for more'
El pres. advises from the door
'For though he's filled from skin to core
It's not enough he'll whine for sure
So say it's we who keep the score
And nail him back upon the floor
That should do it, yeh'

So there he works, still at large
Behind his smiles and his camouflage
Of nice white coats and college grades
That hide blue suits with golden braids
And though I hope the smell just fades
It doesn't go but leads to raids
On bamboo huts in country glades
Where the people use the grass for blades