A Biteen Of Humour

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The audio is a bit short lived, but ye gets the idea.
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The Button Pusher	[print]
(Enoch Kent)
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 Brezjnev 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 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 Now I'm thinking of joining the army The army that bans the bomb We'll take up a large collection And I'll donate my thumb For without it I am helpless And that's the way to be You don't have to kill the whole bloody lot To make the people free 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

Now for your listening pleasure. "The Fields of Athenry"

The "Fields" THE anthem of West Cork.
Those feckin Brits I'm tellin ye.