Down at Greenham on a spree,
Sponsored by the KGB,
Dirty women sqatting in the mud,
Mostly vegetarians
Except when we're devouring men,
Lesbians and other kinds of scum.
Mr Gorbachev provides us with our vodka,
Mr Castro makes sure we're kept in dope
All the women here are outside agitators,
Who can't see Ronnie Reagan brings us hope
Brings us hope
What a bunch of layabouts
Who don't know what it's all about
How we need deterrence for the best
Building fires and burning toast
Bringing communism close,
Threatening the safety of the west.
In the bushes a cache of guns is waiting
With sealed copies of Karl Marx in plastic bags
While our children live in misery with lives of depravation
But what can you expect from queers and hags?
Down at Greenham on a spree Sponsored by the KGB
Laughing, singing, dancing in the rain,
Nowhere signs of sacrifice,
Making good or being nice
And most of all we're not accepting pain.