Nikita, I’m not scared of you,
I’ll tell you the reason why.
I’ve dug a hole in my back yard,
A shelter from the sky.
I’ve filled it full of breakfast food
And cans of meat and stew,
A periscope to look about,
And guns to keep the neighbors out,
And coca-cola too.
“Knock knock!” “Who’s there?”
“I used to live next door.”
“Well find yourself a hole of your own.
Don’t bother me no more.”
I’ve dug the best hole in the block.
I’ve built it deep and wide.
I hope you throw a bomb or two
So I can live inside.
Grampaw will have his rocking chair
And Sis will have her doll.
And there’s a picture window too,
But it’s always got the same damn view,
‘Cause it’s painted on the wall.
“Knock knock!” “Who’s there?”
“I used to live next door.”
“Well find yourself a hole of your own.
Don’t bother me no more.”
I’ve stocked a plastic burial suit,
A zipper on the side.
I’ll use it as a sleeping bag
As long s I’m alive.
I hope I’ll have the time I need
When the CD warnings sound.
Two weeks below won’t seem too long
‘Cause I’ve always wanted to belong
To a rebel underground.
“Knock knock!” “Who’s there?”
“I used to live next door.”
“Well find yourself a hole of your own.
Don’t bother me no more.”
So Nikita, here’s what you can do,
If that’s what you desire.
Send your ICBMs aloft
And set the world on fire.
We’ll pull our switches, you can bet.
You’ll see our missiles then.
And we’ll all crouch in underground shacks
And shit in little plastic sacks
Till “All clear!” sounds again.
I’ll tell you the reason why.
I’ve dug a hole in my back yard,
A shelter from the sky.
I’ve filled it full of breakfast food
And cans of meat and stew,
A periscope to look about,
And guns to keep the neighbors out,
And coca-cola too.
“Knock knock!” “Who’s there?”
“I used to live next door.”
“Well find yourself a hole of your own.
Don’t bother me no more.”
I’ve dug the best hole in the block.
I’ve built it deep and wide.
I hope you throw a bomb or two
So I can live inside.
Grampaw will have his rocking chair
And Sis will have her doll.
And there’s a picture window too,
But it’s always got the same damn view,
‘Cause it’s painted on the wall.
“Knock knock!” “Who’s there?”
“I used to live next door.”
“Well find yourself a hole of your own.
Don’t bother me no more.”
I’ve stocked a plastic burial suit,
A zipper on the side.
I’ll use it as a sleeping bag
As long s I’m alive.
I hope I’ll have the time I need
When the CD warnings sound.
Two weeks below won’t seem too long
‘Cause I’ve always wanted to belong
To a rebel underground.
“Knock knock!” “Who’s there?”
“I used to live next door.”
“Well find yourself a hole of your own.
Don’t bother me no more.”
So Nikita, here’s what you can do,
If that’s what you desire.
Send your ICBMs aloft
And set the world on fire.
We’ll pull our switches, you can bet.
You’ll see our missiles then.
And we’ll all crouch in underground shacks
And shit in little plastic sacks
Till “All clear!” sounds again.
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