An old song of mine - to the tune of "My Bonnie"
I'm spending my days in the clinic,
my nights I am spending there too.
They tried every cure they can think of
now they tell me there's nothing to do.
Nukes. Nukes.
I got a bad dose of those nukes.
Nukes. Nukes.
I got a bad dose of those nukes.
I worked seven years in the power plant,
I did everything I was told.
They asked me to clean up a small leak,
and you know since that day I have glowed.
Nukes. Nukes.
I got a bad dose of those nukes.
Nukes. Nukes.
I got a bad dose of those nukes.
I trusted the owners to help me,
I signed all the forms they required,
They thanked me for my years of service,
but budget cuts meant I was fired.
Nukes. Nukes.
I got a bad dose of those nukes.
Nukes. Nukes.
I got a bad dose of those nukes.
I once had a full set of choppers,
I once had a full head of hair.
But now when I eat I'm just gumming,
and the top of my head is now bare.
Nukes. Nukes.
I got a bad dose of those nukes.
Nukes. Nukes.
I got a bad dose of those nukes.
Now I sit here with this bowl of soup,
the only food I can keep down.
Let me warn ya don't live near a nuke plant,
if there is one let's shut the thing down..
Nukes. Nukes.
I got a bad dose of those nukes.
Nukes. Nukes.
I got a bad dose of those nukes.
Pax et bonum
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