Lyrics

I think I'd like Belfast But I live in the USA My TV says Belfast Has lots of bombs And I'm not real crazy about bombs Boomity bomb bomb boom boom bomb bomb Boomity bomb bomb boom boom bomb bomb If I were in a restaurant in Belfast I would order a salad and french fries I mean chips And I would ask the waiter please please No bombs No bombs Hold the bombs No bombs, please Belfast is the bomb But I mean that as an idiomatic expression The repression in the city is the precedent's shitty A poorly placed bomb could take me and my mom From tourists, to two more dead I want to see Belfast but not go to Hеll fast Or Heaven, too, really, for that mattеr, but I'm sorry about that rhyme, I just couldn't think of anything better that rhymed with "Belfast" except like "smell fast." Do you have anything to drink? Bombs are tender delicate machines Delicate and tender deep inside Touch a bomb like you would touch a lover Touch a lover deep inside When that special moment comes upon us Bombs and lovers know just what to do Touch a bomb or lover with a hostile hand And you will know before you blink your eye Here comes the bomb, bam, ma'am