Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home A little place of their own The Fletcher Memorial, home for incurable tyrants and kings They could appear to themselves every day On closed-circuit TV To make sure they're still real It's the only connection they feel Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Reagan and Haig Mr. Reagan, old friend Mrs. Thatcher The Paisley Mr. Brezhnev and party The ghost of McCarthy And the memories of Nixon And now, adding color The group of anonymous Latin American meatpacking literati Don't they expect us to treat them with any respect? We can polish their middles and sharpen their smiles And abuse themselves, playing games for a while Boom, boom, bang, bang Lie down, you're dead We can polish their middles and sharpen their smiles And abuse themselves, playing games for a while Boom, boom, bang, bang Lie down, you're dead Boom, boom, bang, bang Lie down, you're dead We can polish their middles and sharpen their smiles And abuse themselves, playing games for a while Boom, boom, bang, bang Lie down, you're dead We can polish their middles and sharpen their smiles And abuse themselves, playing games for a while Their favorite toy They'll be good girls and boys In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial wasters Are you having a nice time? Now the final solution can be applied