They thought I was bonkers when I dug this hole

and filled it with rooms as an ultimate goal

of an underground home they'd forgotten was there

unseen in the light of the rocket's red glare

As soon as the missiles start to fall

to the supermarket I'll make a quick call

for a fellow can only eat so much baked beans

before his farts rip a hole in the arse of his jeans

And while on the surface folks fry and mutate

I'll find a sexy and desperate mate

to repopulate this planet with

and through my good work humanity will live

I've been in this bunker for nearly 10 years

I might have stuffed up the time frames of my fears

but chances are good that I'll still be right

So, what are you doing this Saturday Night?

(to the tune of The Wild Rover)