Intelligence, humour and verve. A craftsman.
Randy Newman – Political Science – lyrics in light hearted jest about a nightmare scenario – let’s drop the big one!
I’ve like most of my life under the shadow of MAD – Mutually Assured Destruction. There were at least seven nuclear warheads aimed just at me! That’s enough to make a man paranoid. I’m not even that dangerous!
For most of my life Britain has acted like an aircraft carrier for the USA. In the worst case scenario – a nuclear conflict with Russia – Europe was expendable. Russia and America had hopes of containing the exchange.
Now, although MAD still exists, we have the threats of nuclear blasts from mad indoctrinated Jihadists who believe they would be going to the make-believe fairy-tale of paradise. We have the threat of genetically modified viruses that could unleash the sort of plagues that ravaged the Dark Ages. We have chemical weapons of mass destruction. And Human Beings have proved through history that they are prepared to use them.
Don’t worry. Randy has the solution. Blow the rest of the world up , barring a few friendly places, and make it all one great big American Theme Park.
It’s a wonderful happy song of irony. I’m not sure if politics can be a science or even an art. Perhaps it is drama?
“Political Science”
No one likes us-I don’t know why
We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try
But all around, even our old friends put us down
Let’s drop the big one and see what happens
We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try
But all around, even our old friends put us down
Let’s drop the big one and see what happens
We give them money-but are they grateful?
No, they’re spiteful and they’re hateful
They don’t respect us-so let’s surprise them
We’ll drop the big one and pulverize them
Asia’s crowded and Europe’s too old
Africa is far too hot
And Canada’s too cold
And South America stole our name
Let’s drop the big one
There’ll be no one left to blame us
We’ll save Australia
Don’t wanna hurt no kangaroo
We’ll build an All American amusement park there
They got surfin’, too
Boom goes London and boom Paree
More room for you and more room for me
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town
Oh, how peaceful it will be
We’ll set everybody free
You’ll wear a Japanese kimono
And there’ll be Italian shoes for me
They all hate us anyhow
So let’s drop the big one now
Let’s drop the big one now