Business, as usual\\
starts with the sound\\
of another damn funeral march\\
through the town\\
One less for Saint Nicholas\\
there's nothing so vile\\
Or as sad and 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 surprise\\
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 vengence\\
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 surprise\\
He bucks like a sea horse\\
Keels over and dies\\