Look Mum, No Hands !

Business as usual

starts with the sound

of another damn funeral

march through the town

One less for St. Nicholas

there's nothing as vile

Or as sad or ridiculous

as the coffin of a child

He flies through the air

with the greatest of ease

That daring young man in the blue dungarees

Struck down by the G-force

of a Semtex suprise

He bucks like a sea horse

Keels over and dies

With his eyes all dramatic

glazed and confused

The full metal jacket

trousers and shoes

He flies through the air

with the greatest of ease

That daring young man

in the blue dungarees

And his poor pathetic parents

so stricken with grief

that they spelt his name wrong

on his funeral wreath

are appealing for no vengeance

on behalf of their son

But they've already assembled

and planted the bomb

He flies through the air

with the greatest of ease

That daring young man

in the blue dungarees

Struck down by the G-force

of a Semtex suprise

He bucks like a sea horse

Keels over and dies .