| Search And Destroy
Lyric by Clive James, music by Pete Atkin
I'm glad to say we're mopping up up here
I'm sending you today's report in clear
Security's no problem now at all
You just pick up the phone and make a call
We should have done all this back at the beginning
And never let the clowns think they were winning
We took a month to crack their second man
But when he talked the strudel hit the fan
He named eleven leaders who we shot
And then the top guy's girl who we've still got
The chick was tough and held out for a week
But spilled a bibful when we made her speak
We picked his mother up and worked on her
He came in on his own and there you were
We should have nailed the first ones when we found them
Before all the mystique built up around them
We never gave the local heat a chance
To get him on their own and make him dance
We did him in up-country, bombed the cave
And made the whole damn mountainside his grave
The faithful talk some wishful-thinking cock
About a spook who rolls away the rock
At which point Golden Boy walks out alive
We're bumping them all off as they arrive
And that winds up this dreary exhibition
A total waste of time and ammunition
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