Feel the power of the rain, making the garden grow
Cold war kids were hard to kill
You can rely on the old man's money
If words could make wishes come true
You came like a comet
Hands off this one sweetie, this boy is mine
Flat chat, Pine Gap, in every home a Big Mac
But it's wisdom born of pain
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel
Upon the recitation we're about to say
