Lyrics:

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 Semtech surprise
He bucks like a seahorse
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've 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 Semtech surprise
He bucks like a seahorse
keels over, and dies