Heard this on a Dubliners "best of" compilation -- an Anti-Bomb song. The chorus goes --

I am the man, the well-fed man, that handles the terrible knob
The most pleasing thing about it, it's almost a permanent job
When the Afton (?) war is over and the world is split in three
A consolation I've got, well maybe it's not, there'll be nobody left but me

Thanks, Jennifer