Мое избранное сегодня бомбануло, и все написали по посту, который очень точно их отражает. Мне нечего написать, кроме этого.

Oh my they did it, oh holy cow
they pressed the button
and we all a bit died somehow
Albert is in a control booth
bellowin', 'it's all goin' smooth'
angels with cuban cigars & halberds
walkin' us to the gates
they wear polka dots and shades
they sing some folky old song
dwellin' on who done who wrong -
he said, she said -
never got anyone anywhere,
except into an argument without end
and losin' tickets to a gig they had to attend
Al is poppin' up all over the place
with paper headings imprinted on his face
chucklin' like a jack-in-a-box
and drinkin' bourbon on the rocks
Well I saw the king and his jester
they sat in wicker arm-chairs
and people climbed up the stairs
of the bar where they dined,
pronounced sentence
and declared truth to the blind
And I looked and thought,
'Oh, man, I'm gonna throw up,
I know this deceitful sort,
I know this king,
he plays harmonica and reads I-Ching,
he's a lyin' shit and an adept juggler,
he made me a big belly
and when things turned heavy
he threw me away
but as a chick I had no say
now I know that it's all baloney
he is a swine and just a phony'.
But where is my pumpkin
I got a ball to blow
my dad is s village bumpkin
so he doesn't like the blocks I blow
Oh my I am on a frying pan
and there's no escape
well I'll take a bike ride with my pal Sam
he is in poker, grange and rape
but I like him, he is my type of man
gotta bird my cage
and put on my Spanish leather shoes
while everyone's talkin' atomic bomb blues.