We’re bombing you back to the Stone Age, Slobo,
To teach you that you must behave.
When all of our bombing is finished, Slobo,
What’s convex will all be concave.

We’re bombing you back to the Stone Age, Slobo,
Though all of our leaders assert
Our missiles will strike quite precisely, Slobo,
To make sure that no one gets hurt.

We’re bombing you back to the Stone Age, Slobo,
For policies that we revile.
Although we are sure you’ll be back there, Slobo,
At this pace it may take a while.