Bomb the bomb Bomb the bomb Your automobile is just a bomb, Work it out - try somehow, Gonna shove a bomb in your tailpipe now; Bomb the bomb Bomb the bomb Your automobile is just a bomb, Watch the blade, Grab your sword, Run it right through Henry Ford; It's a beautiful morning, Not a cloud in the sky, The traffic is crawling, Playing tricks with your mind, You take your frustration, Out on to the road, There's no self -preservation, You're about to explode; The temperature's rising, The sun's climbing high, The city is choking, Right in front of our eyes; It's a beautiful morning, It's a wonderful life, A new day is dawning, But you don't have the time, The whole hippie nation, Is shining a light, For self preservation, And the sake of a child