(Matt McGinn)
Chorus:
Boomerang, boomerang
Just send them back whaur they belang
Alang wi' auld Adenauer, Kennedy's pal
Signor Fanfani and Chairlie de Gaulle
For we dinnae like gifts that go bang
Just try one and see if I'm wrang
The banners are wavin', wha's next for the shavin'
So open your boom, boomerang
Noo they say that the arms ships doon at Dunnoon
Belang tae a big millionaire
Well, ah hope tae hell they get oot o' there soon
Afore we're all up in the air
For the fella that sent them's an awfy nice chap
He sent them out here as a gift
For he'd heard the hotels in Dunnoon were depressed
And he wanted tae gie them a lift
Well there's yobs and there's mugs and there's OAS thugs
And Nazis and Dutchmen galore
A' fear'd frae the Reds crawlin' under their beds
And lurkin' behind every door
But we're no takin' orders frae Paris or Bonn
We're no takin' orders frae Rome
We're no goin' alang wi' that Washington gang
We're just tellin' the nutmeg, Go home
But you neednae suppose I'm a Communist
Just 'cause I don't want to die
'Cos' I think that I'm down on their little list
For action if they should come by
But the Russians are thousands of miles away
And the Yankees are just up the road
And no matter who starts it, we'll be the target
Why don't we lighten the load
They say that the Trident ships doon at Faslane
Are there to protect you and me
From strange evil forces that threaten oor land
But they don't say just who they might be
But Scotland's got nae need for Trident at all
Withoot them we're a' daein' fine
Tell Major tae stick a' his nuclear bombs
In a place where the sun doesnae shine
As sung by The Glasgow Eskimos
Tune: Bless 'Em All
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