omb the Bomb

Bomb the bomb

Bomb the bomb

Your automobile is just a bomb,

Work it out – try somehow,

Gonna shove a bomb in your tailpipe now;

Bomb the bomb

Bomb the bomb

Your automobile is just a bomb,

Watch the blade,

Grab your sword,

Run it right through Henry Ford;

It’s a beautiful morning,

Not a cloud in the sky,

The traffic is crawling,

Playing tricks with your mind,

You take your frustration,

Out on to the road,

There’s no self -preservation,

You’re about to explode;

The temperature’s rising,

The sun’s climbing high,

The city is choking,

Right in front of our eyes;

It’s a beautiful morning,

It’s a wonderful life,

A new day is dawning,

But you don’t have the time,

The whole hippie nation,

Is shining a light,

For self preservation,

And the sake of a child

written by: R.Clapton

publisher: Orient Pacific Music