Get ready to draw the rockets of peace,
There's a showdown tonight on the bright milky way,
Ambush the bad man, blow him right out of the east,
We'll be singing, "I-yippy-I-yippy-I-yippy-I-aye."
Lock and load and spray on the armour-all when the dogs of war drop a rocket on the white house lawn,
Wear the emperor's new clothes down to the destruction ball,
We'll be singing, "I-yippy-I, move the little doggies along."
We'll bring out the big guns tonight, and right all the wrong that is right,
We're gonna spill some blood, and shed some light, when we bring out the big guns tonight.
(Dear friends, the Prickly Euracially Integrated Singers And Orchestra is gonna continue to play. The lines are still open, and we're still waiting for that all important first phone call. Will you be the first today to make your pledge? In the words of St. Thomas Aquinas: "We'd really appreciate it.")
We'll bring out the big guns tonight, and right all the wrong that is right,
We're gonna spill some blood, and shed some light, when we bring out the big guns to... bring out the big guns to... bring out the big guns tonight.
