Birthday

Today is my birthday
And we're going to go
To war with Russia

Still

I can't help like feeling
That this should be important to me
Should be important to every one
That thirty years ago
No one would talk of anything else
Everything would come screaming
To a halt
Panic parents
And clamoring children
Would shout out
Their love
And fear


But now
We might be going to war
And all I care about is this girl
With the pretty blonde hair
I want to get her number
And see her tomorrow after work

We might be going to war
Still