The Button Pusher - The Dubliners

I am the man, the well fed man

In charge of the terrible knob

The most pleasing thing about it

It’s almost a permanent job

When the atom war is over

And the world is split in three

A consolation I’ve got, well, maybe it’s not

There’ll be nobody left but me

I sit at my desk in Washington

In charge of this great machine

More vicious than Adolf Hitler

More deadly than strychnine

And in the evening after a tiring day

Just to give myself a laugh

I hit the button a playful belt

And I listen for the blast

I am the man, the well fed man

In charge of the terrible knob

The most pleasing thing about it

It’s almost a permanent job

When the atom war is over

And the world is split in three

A consolation I’ve got, well, maybe it’s not

There’ll be nobody left but me

If Brezhnev starts his nonsense

And makes a nasty smell

With a wink and a nod from Nixon

I’ll blast them all to hell

And as for that fellow Castro

Him with the sugar cane

He needn’t hide behind his whiskers

I’ll get him just the same

I am the man, the well fed man

In charge of the terrible knob

The most pleasing thing about it

It’s almost a permanent job

When the atom war is over

And the world is split in three

A consolation I’ve got, well, maybe it’s not

There’ll be nobody left but me

If me wife denies my conjucular rights

Or me breakfast milk is sour

From eight to nine in the morning

You’re in for a nervous hour

The button being so terribly close

It’s really a dreadful joke

A bump of my ass as I go past

And we’ll all go up in smoke

I am the man, the well fed man

In charge of the terrible knob

The most pleasing thing about it

It’s almost a permanent job

When the atom war is over

And the world is split in three

A consolation I’ve got, well, maybe it’s not

There’ll be nobody left but me

Now I’m thinking of joining the army

The army that bans the bomb

We’ll take up a large collection

And I’ll donate my thumb

For without it I am helpless

And that’s the way to be

You don’t have to kill the whole bloody lot

To make the people free

I am the man, the well fed man

In charge of the terrible knob

The most pleasing thing about it

It’s almost a permanent job

When the atom war is over

And the world is split in three

A consolation I’ve got, well, maybe it’s not

There’ll be nobody left but me