There will be rioting in Africa
They'll be starving in Spain
There'll be hurricanes in Florida
And Texas'll need rain.

The whole world will be festering with unhappy souls
The French'll hate the Germans, the Germans'll hate the Poles
Italians'll hate Yugoslavs
South Africans'll hate the Dutch
And I won't like anybody very much.

But we will be tranquil and thankful and proud
For Man's been endowed with a mushroom-shaped cloud
And we can be certain that some lucky day
Someone will set the spark off
And we will all be blow away....