[Originally by The Flys]



Two fingers poking at the world 

One golden rule, no rules at all 

Two fingers been poised down on to you 

You better make sure they got something to do 

Two fingers now what a surprise 

Mama can't believe what happens before her eyes 

Her little darling once so small 

Never could believe you'd grow up at all 



Well do we miss you, Yes we do 

Father sends his regards to you 

Will I write well once in while 

I'll send my love and a Molotov cocktail