L.S.U.

The judgement and the jury are waiting for the bomb to fall,
The preacher and the teacher have all felt the call.

The bomb,
The bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb,
The bomb,
The bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb.

It'll hit you high, it'll hit you low, from your body to your head,
You'll want to stand and scream, "It's a wonderful thing," but you'll be on your face instead.

The bomb,
The bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb,
The bomb,
The bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb,
Oh, here comes the bomb.

Pythagoras and the Mathmatist have got a theorem for serums,
And the baby that flies in the Aegean skies has got nobody to steer him.

The bomb,
The bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb,
The bomb,
The bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb, the bomb,
Oh, here comes the bomb,
Oh, yeah,
The bomb, the bomb, the bomb.