He wakes up in the morning
  He pulls his shirt and boots on
  He grabs his lunch pale and heads out to the light
  And he goes, and he goes and he works all day
  For his meager little paycheck
  When Monday comes his money is already spent
  And when he gets home his dinners cold
  His wife is yapping at the kids
  And he snaps and decides to runaway
    He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You
  He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You
  He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You
  Drop A Bomb, Drop A Bomb
    He hopes one day for a better life
  As he scratches his lottery ticket
  The jackpot never comes, He hangs his head
  And he goes, and he goes and he works all day
  For his meager little paycheck
  When Monday comes its off to work again
    He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You
  He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You
  He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You
  Drop A Bomb, Drop A Bomb
    He dropped a bomb on you