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"The Art of Plastic Warfare"
Green plastic soldiers lay scattered on the carpet
They are bigger than the tanks
Which are smaller than the trucks
Yes, a war has erupted for the sheepskin rug
& its green vs blue, before ma needs to vacuum
Rubber bands are flying, taking out my right flank
& why in the hell does my mate's army
have a toy elephant in its ranks?
So, yes its all looking grim as my uncles model battleship
Cops a foul blow
But its time like these that drastic measures are taken
I scamper to the bedroom... an airstrike!
Is in the makin'!
I grab that poor model bomber & with best plane noise
I run back to the war..
I'm going to send his troops back to where they came
(Hong Kong, Judging by the makers stamp)
I run in all excited
Not fair!! He cries out
But bad luck, its too late
I whistle, my bombs they are dropping!
Alas, I do win
Until Mother bursts in
& ruins my victory chant
With her own war cry of...
Michael, what have I told you about playing with your uncles models, you've
already busted that propeller once!
Mothers just don't understand
A General's need to conquer.
Green plastic soldiers lay scattered on the carpet
They are bigger than the tanks
Which are smaller than the trucks
Yes, a war has erupted for the sheepskin rug
& its green vs blue, before ma needs to vacuum
Rubber bands are flying, taking out my right flank
& why in the hell does my mate's army
have a toy elephant in its ranks?
So, yes its all looking grim as my uncles model battleship
Cops a foul blow
But its time like these that drastic measures are taken
I scamper to the bedroom... an airstrike!
Is in the makin'!
I grab that poor model bomber & with best plane noise
I run back to the war..
I'm going to send his troops back to where they came
(Hong Kong, Judging by the makers stamp)
I run in all excited
Not fair!! He cries out
But bad luck, its too late
I whistle, my bombs they are dropping!
Alas, I do win
Until Mother bursts in
& ruins my victory chant
With her own war cry of...
Michael, what have I told you about playing with your uncles models, you've
already busted that propeller once!
Mothers just don't understand
A General's need to conquer.