De odder day I got a big shock,
A ting come in troo me letterbox,
A Gobberment paper wid lots ob tips,
'bout what to do in be Apocalypse.
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Fall-out calypso, fall-out calypso,
Tings fallin' out all over de place,
De hair an' de teef, de nose an' de knees,
But de Gobberment tell us we'll be okay.
But when it come to de radiation,
Spreadin' about all troo de nation,
I grab me tackle an' run helter-skelter,
Lookin' for de Gobberment fall-out shelter.
I say to de man I want to hide,
He say but dere's no room inside,
It full wit MPs an' Lord Mayors,
You better go home, hide under de stairs.
Down in town dere's a hole in de ground,
Where a million cibil serbants can be found,
Dey'll be dere on Apocalypse Day,
Fillin' in de forms triplicate.
De paper say when de sirens roar
Climb in de cupboard an' close de door,
Put de head between de knees and close de eye,
Den you can kiss your ass-ole goodbye.
When de dust has settled all around,
And de Gobberment crawl out from a hole in de ground,
If you got locked out ob de fall-out shelter,