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

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