Button Pusher

I am the man, the well fed man In charge of the terrible knob The most pleasing thing about it It's almost a permanent job

When the atom war is over And the world is split in three A consolation I've got, well, maybe it's not There'll be nobody left but me

I sit at my desk in Washington In charge of this great machine More vicious than Adolf Hitler More deadly than strychnine

And in the evening after a tiring day Just to give myself a laugh I hit the button a playful belt And I listen for the blast

I am the man, the well fed man In charge of the terrible knob The most pleasing thing about it It's almost a permanent job

When the atom war is over And the world is split in three A consolation I've got, well, maybe it's not There'll be nobody left but me

If Brezhnev starts his nonsense And makes a nasty smell With a wink and a nod from Nixon I'll blast them all to hell

And as for that fellow Castro Him with the sugar cane He needn't hide behind his whiskers I'll get him just the same

I am the man, the well fed man In charge of the terrible knob The most pleasing thing about it It's almost a permanent job

When the atom war is over And the world is split in three A consolation I've got, well, maybe it's not There'll be nobody left but me

If me wife denies my conjucular rights Or me breakfast milk is sour From eight to nine in the morning You're in for a nervous hour

The button being so terribly close It's really a dreadful joke A bump of my ass as I go past And we'll all go up in smoke

I am the man, the well fed man In charge of the terrible knob The most pleasing thing about it It's almost a permanent job