Lead-Lined Homburg

© Words and music by Ray Scudero. All rights reserved.

Oh, we’re living with lots of strontium-90,
Cesium 137, too.
Maybe we’ll go out after a fine day
And see that everything glows in blue.

Chorus:

So wear a lead-lined homburg and a concrete vest:
There’s a melt-down in Harrisburg and a blow-out in Kiev.

There’s a business boom in Geiger counters
And ultra-violet sunscreen, right?
Watch for radioactive flounders.
Read the evening paper by your own light.

Oh, the core’s too hot to handle
And the sun’s too bright to take.
In the radiation’s scandal,
It’s scorch or scintillate.

Oh, where did the radon come from
And where does the ozone go?
You win some and you lose some
When there’s fallout in the snow.

Oh, what are we going to tell our children?
If we’ll get through this, God only knows!
With a daily dose of 15 REMs,
We’d better start making lead-lined clothes.

Oh, where’re you going to go when the hot wind blows?
Can’t you go back and start again?
Where eighteen-kilo mushrooms grow
In ionizing acid rain.

(Chorus)

Some contraption ran amok Monday,
The worstest thing since Noah’s Flood;
Have a twentieth-century hot-fudge sundae:
Strontium, cesium, radon and mud.

Oh, we’re living with lots of strontium-90
Cesium 137, too.
From fire to coal and now finally,
The nuclear nightmare has come true.

So wear a lead-lined homburg and a concrete vest:
There’s a melt-down in Harrisburg
And a blow-out in Kiev (by the sea);
There's a meltdown in Harrisburg
And a blow-out in Kiev (heaven help us!)—
There's a meltdown in Harrisburg
And a blow-out
(everything’s coming up roses—but I planted geraniums!)
In Kiev.




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