Bikini Atoll

Joy exists in this old heart no matter the passage of time
Saying hello to all the strangers passing by
They probably think I've escaped from the funny farm
Ignoring me, pretending there's dirt in their eye

Back then, folks greeted you without worry or fear
Today, evil intent is foremost on our minds
Could be as innocent as just a neighbourly salutation
Mistaken for an attempt at coercion of a kind

A foray luring us into a secret pact of deviance
Where we're forced into real lurid stuff
Sounds yummy, making love to three ladies at once
Even allows an option to do it in the buff

Heard it asked, “do you ever think of world affairs?”
Once in 1954, H-Bomb tests on Bikini Atoll
Scared the living poop out of me way back when
Even shelters were built in which to crawl

Fear of what lay ahead was uppermost on our minds
Was it finally time for the end of mankind
Well it's sixty-four years later, my dear dear friends
Same old crap, of change don't see no sign!