1. Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
A little place of their own
The Fletcher memorial home for incurable tyrants
And kings
2. And they can appear to themselves every day
On closed circuit TV
To make sure they're still real
It's the only connection they feel
3. Ladies and gentlemen, please, welcome
Reagan and Haig, mr Begin and friend, mrs Thatcher and Paisley,
mr Brezhnev and party, the ghost of McCarthy,
the memories of Nixon
*: And now adding colour...
4. 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 amuse themselves playing games for a while
Boom, boom! Bang, bang! Lie down you're dead
With their favourite toys
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