Hot from Hell and Hades For gentlemen and ladies The little biddy babies And the household pet The Punches and the Judys The crunchees and the bruises The Humpty Dumpty boozers Who are trying to forget The future that we're building Something to be sk**ed in How to teach the children And to teach them well From domestic science To domestic violence The right to remain silent In your prison cell You can dial M for Mother Your sister and your brother Or anybody other If you really want But it's the terrorist and traitor That lights the blue touch paper The fuse and detonator Of the worry bomb The worry bomb has gotcha! Your brain's about to rupture And there's no wood to touch here And you need some quick The furniture's formica The doors are all gla** fibre You touch the floor beside you And it's made of brick The worry curse is on you With paranoid insomnia Twenty golden slumbers Wouldn't get you forty winks Alcohol enhanced it And smoking's not the answer Heart disease and cancer Are the worry bomb kings Worry bomb