Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere

And build them a home

A little place of their own

The fletcher memorial

Home for incurable tyrants and kings

And they can appear to themselves every day

On closed circuit TV

To make sure they're still real

It's the only connection they feel

Ladies and gentlemen

Please welcome

Reagan and Haig

Mr. Begin and friend

Mrs. Thatcher and Paisley

[Man:] "Hello Maggie."

Mr. Brezhnev and party

[Man:] (can't tell)

The ghost of McCarthy

And the memories of Nixon

And now adding colour

[Man:] "Who's the bald chap?"

A group of anonymous latin

American meat packing glitterati

Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?

They can polish their medals

And sharpen their smiles

And amuse themselves

Playing games for a while

Boom, boom

Bang, bang

Lie down you're dead

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye

Their favourite toy

They'll be good girls and boys

In the fletcher memorial home for colonial

Wasters of life and limb

Is everyone in?

Are you having a nice time?

[Man:] "??good day??"

Now the final solution can be applied