My Son, My Secretary, My Country
[Verse 1]
With your mission wilting, and your kids sulking
Happy birthday, Mr. Sink
Throw your flowers in the river and drink
[Verse 2]
We've got cowbells and clay, make us all obey
And work will be of worth for the sketch of explorers
And the hot air annoyers
[Outro]
Good men destroyers
Future employers
Cowboys and lawyers
And we all will be warriors, rah!