These Bombs Are Made for Dropping

Missile Dick Chicks: These Bombs Are Made for Dropping (2007)

(to Nancy Sinatra's tune) Peaceniks whining like they’re always doin' ‘bout how our country’s going straight to hell, But someone’s got to do the dirty work now, ‘cause foreign cities will not bomb themselves. These bombs are made for droppin’ And that’s just what they’ll do, One o' these days these bombs are gonna Drop all over you. We love watching protests on the TV, Love a circus any time of year, We laugh that those clowns think, someone’s listening, ‘cause Dubya don’t hear well in his left ear. These bombs… People saw George as a country bumpkin, Pointy head all full of rocks and straw, But we knew, our boy had the killer instinct, “Aw shucks” has turned right into shock and awe. These bombs… Our men are off working for the country Blowing up and rebuilding the 3rd world, So we can sit back with our dry martinis, While our freedom ticklers make us happy girls. These bombs… Guatemalans rolled out the red carpet, So we sent squads of men to make them kneel. Now they’re free just like their U.S. cousins To shut their mouths and eat their Happy Meals™. These bombs… The new Iraq will love its Western lifestyle. They’ll buy our cars, our Botox and our jeans. They’ll buy our Tampax Americana At the great big mall we call Democracy. These bombs… Are you ready, bombs? Start droppin'!