Well, I`m gonna preach you a sermon `bout Old Man Atom,
I don`t mean the Adam in the Bible datum.
I don`t mean the Adam that Mother Eve mated,
I mean that thing that science liberated.
Einstein says he`s scared,
And when Einstein`s scared, I`m scared.
Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Alamogordo, Bikini...
Here`s my moral, plain as day,
Old Man Atom is here to stay.
He`s gonna hang around, it`s plain to see,
But, ah, my dearly beloved, are we?
We hold these truths to be self-evident
All men may be cremated equal.
Hiroshima, Nagasaki -- here`s my text
Hiroshima, Nagasaki -- Lordy, who`ll be next.
The science guys, from every clime,
They all pitched in with overtime.
Before they knew it, the job was done;
They`d hitched up the power of the gosh-darn sun,
They put a harness on Old Sol,
Splittin` atoms, while the diplomats was splittin` hairs . . .
Hiroshima, Nagasaki -- what`ll we do?
Hiroshima, Nagasaki -- they both went up the blue.
Then the cartel crowd put on a show
To turn back the clock on the UNO,
To get a corner on atoms and maybe extinguish
Every darned atom that can`t speak English.
Down with foreign-born atoms!
Yes, Sir!
Hiroshima, Nagasaki...
But the atom`s international, in spite of hysteria,
Flourishes in Utah, also Siberia.
And whether you`re white, black, red or brown,
The question is this, when you boil it down:
To be or not to be!
That is the question. . .
Atoms to atoms, and dust to dust,
If the world makes A-bombs, something`s bound to bust.
Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Alamogordo, Bikini...
No, the answer to it all isn`t milit
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