He wakes up in the morning

He pulls his shirt and boots on

He grabs his lunch pale and heads out to the light

And he goes, and he goes and he works all day

For his meager little paycheck

When Monday comes his money is already spent

And when he gets home his dinners cold

His wife is yapping at the kids

And he snaps and decides to runaway



He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You

He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You

He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You

Drop A Bomb, Drop A Bomb



He hopes one day for a better life

As he scratches his lottery ticket

The jackpot never comes, He hangs his head

And he goes, and he goes and he works all day

For his meager little paycheck

When Monday comes its off to work again



He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You

He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You

He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You

Drop A Bomb, Drop A Bomb



He dropped a bomb on you