The Red Telephone

The Red Telephone

The Red Telephone is my favorite toy
I can push a few buttons and missiles deploy
On the news I can watch all the damage I’ve done
And go in hiding when World War Three has begun

All the people in the world are in my control
And they love me; don’t believe the opinion polls
I confess all their politics just leave me confused
But with The Red Telephone I can keep amused

I can wipe out a country with a finger or two
And there won’t be many left when I get through
Throw a dart at the board; push a button, they’re smoke
What’s the matter, hey, can’t you take a little joke?

The Red Telephone is my favorite toy
And there’s not much else left for me to enjoy
Maybe I should get my pleasure under control
Before the world is nothing but craters and holes