Letras
So long, Mom
I'm off to drop the bomb
So don't wait up for me
But while you swelter
Down there in your shelter
You can see me
On your TV
While we're attacking frontally
Watch Brinkally and Huntally
Describing contrapuntally
The cities we have lost
No need for you to miss a minute
Of the agonizing holocaust
Little Johnny Jones he was a U.S. pilot
And no shrinking vi'let was he
He was mighty proud when World War Three was declared
He wasn't scared
No siree!
And this is what he said on
His way to armageddon
So long, Mom
I'm off to drop the bomb
So don't wait up for me
But though I may roam
I'll come back to my home
Although it may be
A pile of debris
Remember, Mommy
I'm off to get a Commie
So send me a salami
And try to smile somehow
I'll look for you when the war is over
An hour and a half from now