Warhead Boogie

They’re building lots of warheads
They’re building them all around
Douglas, Grumman, North American
They all party down
They’re loading them up on pads
They’re loading them up on subs
Flying’em around in airplanes
Driving’em around on trucks
Driving’em around on trucks

High up in the sky is a blinking satellite
Deep beneath the ground, some guy stays up all night
And I’m sitting here in between wondering what to fight
I’m sitting here in between trying to have some fun at night
Trying to have some fun at night…

(Alternate lyrics to 1st 2 verses)
Building lots of warheads
Building ’em real, real nice
Douglas, Grumman (?). North American
They all get a slice
Launching from their pads
And they’re launching from their subs
I want what I paid for
A warhead of my own
I want a warhead of my own

There are satellites orbiting around
And there are missiles buried in the ground
And I’m here in between, wondering what to fight
I’m here in between and I can’t sleep at night
I can’t sleep at night

I get up and boogie . . . I do the warhead boogie
I gotta boogie . . . I do the warhead boogie

Ya gotta boogie…do the warhead boogie
Ya gotta boogie…do the warhead boogie
I want a warhead of my own…
I want a warhead of my own…
I want a warhead of my own…
I want a warhead of my own…

Minutemen and Titans what gorgeous gems
I’m gonna get my kids their own ICBM
They get their own ICBM

Trident and Poseiden, what fun in the tub!
I’m gonna get my wife her own atomic sub
She gets her own atomic sub

Ya gotta boogie…do the warhead boogie
Ya gotta boogie…do the warhead boogie
I want a warhead of my own…
I want a warhead of my own…
I want a warhead of my own…