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 T V

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 Paisly Hello Maggie

Mr Brezhnev and party Who's the bald chap The ghost of McCarthy

The memories of Nixon

Good-bye And now adding color 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 awhile

Boom boom bang bang lie down you're dead

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye

With their favorite toys

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

Now the final solution can be applied