Millions of people standing like ghosts 
Waiting for the entrance sign 
To heaven or hell or whatever they call 
The place of oblivion after the bomb drops 
Death wears a big hat and a thin red tie 
He dances in front of all the cameras 
Death has a satchel his blood is carrying 
And hidden inside is the key to the world 
Here comes Mr. B, B-29 
Here comes Mr. B-29 
Here comes Mr. B, B-29 
Here comes Mr. B-29 
Somewhere in Palestine a crazy young man 
Wants to rule the world 
So he buys himself an atom bomb and he drops it on your 
Head 
You'll know what he wants 'cause you won't have a face 
To hold on to 
Yeah, hold on to, yeah 
Here comes Mr. B B-29 
Here comes Mr. B-29 
Here comes Mr. B B-29 
Here comes Mr. B-29 
I don't want to hear about this 
I don't want to know about your confessions 
there's nothing in this life that really means as much 
as me and you 
and life is so important and all you're talking about 
is bombs 
pouring all that money down the drain 
we don't want to hear about it 
Here comes Mr. B B-29 
Here comes Mr. B-29 
Here comes Mr. B B-29 
Here comes Mr. B-29 
I don't want to die 
don't want to die 
don't want to die, oh no 
I don't want to die 
don't want to die 
don't want to die, wooh 
I don't want to die 
don't want to die 
don't want to die 
Here she comes now Mr. B-29, B-29, B-29 
Millions of people standing like ghosts 
waiting for the entrance sign 
to heaven or hell or whatever they call 
the place of oblivion after the bomb 
Here comes Mr. B B-29 
Here comes Mr. B-29 
Here comes Mr. B B-29 
Here comes Mr. B-29 
I don't want to die 
don't want to die 
don't want to die, oh no 
I don't want to die 
don't want to die 
don't want to die, wooh 
I don't want to die 
don't want to die 
don't want to die 
Here she comes now Mr. B-29, B-29, B-29