The Fletcher Memorial Home

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere

And build them a home, a little place of their own

The Fletcher Memorial

Home for Incurable

Tyrants and Kings

And they can appear to themselves everyday

On closed circuit TV

To make sure they're still real

It’s the only connection they feel

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome

Reagan and Haig

Mr. Begin and friend

Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisley (

Hello Maggie!

)

Mr. Brezhnev and party

(Scusi dov'è il bar?)

The ghost of McCarthy

,

And the memories of Nixon

And now, adding colour (

Da questa parte

)

A group of anonymous Latin-American meat packing glitterati

Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?

They can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles

,

And abuse themselves playing games for a while

Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead[Guitar Solo]

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye

Their favourite toy

They’ll be good girls and boys

In the Fletcher Memorial

Home for Colonial

Wasters of Life and Limb

Is everyone in?

Are you having a nice time?

(Goodbye!)

Now the final solution can be applied