Grown-Upses
Grown-Upses
If I grow up
I won’t be like today’s grown-upses
Just coz I pushed me brovver
Who was being such a bovver
They said go in your room
And double locked it (with a broom)
True I pushed our kid
But he pulled me hair first, he did.
But grown-upses love to be in charge
We’re the rore rekruit them the sarge.
On our own we’d have been at play
Five minutes after the affray.
What does one do when you’re lokked in?
Ly on the carpet and wotch the sea ling?
Poke your noze, scratch your belly?
Praps watch wall to wall telly.
The remoat dont work so it’s Yesterday
Non-stop and all the way.
It’s about a despot called Paul Pott
I think the contree is called Angkor Wott
If we can’t all be rich and comfortable
He thought, let’s all be poor and miserable
So the rich had to leave their O pew leant man see ons
And forget about their massive pen see ons
Learn to plow the land and work wiv there own hands_
Sorry the contree was Cambodia not Angkor Wott
Those who refused were rounded up tortured and shot
In that killing feel two milyon dead
Was what that doku mentory said.
Their folloed a film about the house witch
Eksep it was about a sort of camp which
Was used by the Nasties to gas and burn Jews
In ovens their smoke rising to high heavens.
Six milyons of ’em, who had done nuffing rong
On the grounds they were alyens and did not belong.
I was crying, and kept trying
To look away but the remoat wasn’t working.
Now on Hiroshima an A-bomb is dropping
A humongous mushroom cloud rising
Millions dead, carbonated or radiated.
No wonder the grown-upses keep schtum
Remaining as silent as a tomb
About the real-life monsters
Who burn cities and commit mass murders
And instead talk about dinosaurs and dragons
Fairy tale villens and simlar bad ‘uns.
What did they do to stop the Nasties?
Answer me daddy please.
Why did not the grown-upses stop
That despot Paul Pott
Before things got too hot?
Why did they not send the scientist in his room
And double lock his door with a broom
Who wanted to make that killer mushroom?
