Honey babe, when you read this note
You'll know why I'm not there
Excuse the haste with which I wrote
My hand was shakin' in fear..
Enclosed please find today's headlines
They sure speak loud and clear
And don't bother comin' around
'Cos I'm gettin' outta town.
Well, a spokesman for the USA
Said we're buildin' up the missile race
We don't know how many the Reds have now
But we can't take second place
But don't you worry about a thing
It's only for our self-defence
But if them damned commies don't learn how to live
We're gonna have to teach 'em some sense.
Well, honey babe, it just don't seem right
That it should be top priority
Do they want peace or do they wanna fight?
It don't make much sense to me
It looks like they're lightin' a match to the fuse
The future ain't hard to tell
If they keep on goin' the way they are
They're gonna blow us all to hell.
Well, honey babe, I'm gonna end this note
And send it to you right away
I hope when you read it you'll pack your bags
And get out without delay
Don't know how much longer we got
But it looks like it's comin' soon
It almost seems like the judgements of God
These damned ol' missile blues.
You'll know why I'm not there
Excuse the haste with which I wrote
My hand was shakin' in fear..
Enclosed please find today's headlines
They sure speak loud and clear
And don't bother comin' around
'Cos I'm gettin' outta town.
Well, a spokesman for the USA
Said we're buildin' up the missile race
We don't know how many the Reds have now
But we can't take second place
But don't you worry about a thing
It's only for our self-defence
But if them damned commies don't learn how to live
We're gonna have to teach 'em some sense.
Well, honey babe, it just don't seem right
That it should be top priority
Do they want peace or do they wanna fight?
It don't make much sense to me
It looks like they're lightin' a match to the fuse
The future ain't hard to tell
If they keep on goin' the way they are
They're gonna blow us all to hell.
Well, honey babe, I'm gonna end this note
And send it to you right away
I hope when you read it you'll pack your bags
And get out without delay
Don't know how much longer we got
But it looks like it's comin' soon
It almost seems like the judgements of God
These damned ol' missile blues.
Contributed by giorgio - 2012/6/17 - 11:36
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Lyrics & Music by Gordon Scoville
"I wrote this song in the 70's after watching an announcement of stockpiling more missiles. Although the attention has been drawn away from the issue towards other issues as global warming, global economy, etc...There still remains an arsenal that could destroy LIFE as we know it, many times over." (Gordy)