(To be sung to the tune of "Food Glorious Food" from "Oliver")
Nukes, glorious nukes! I'm eager to build 'em.
When I'm in the mood, I might even launch 'em.
Peace? Don't make me laugh, boys. What's next? There's no question.
Rich patriots rule. Doves get indigestion.
Bombs, nuclear bombs! Who's likely to fight it?
Three wars at a time, our favourite diet.
Just picture a nuked Iraq. Fried. Crispy. Adieu!
Oh nukes, wonderful nukes, marvelous nukes, glorious nukes.
War, eager for war! Spoiling for a good fight.
Spurned allies run scared, afraid of USA might.
Just thinking of an attack, my senses are reeling.
One moment of knowing that hot button feeling.
Nukes, glorious nukes! Boost profits for rich pals.
That extra bit more, that's all we live for.
Why should I be fated to just one term or two?
Oh nukes, wonderful nukes, marvelous nukes, glorious nukes.