Ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh

If all the people in the world camped out in your back garden

Would you write and tell the King?

Or would you grab a tent and join 'em

I can see that all the possibilities for freedom

Could just sway your first decision

Subject them all to oblivion

Ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh

And do you feel life is threatened by your fabricated stories?

Dreamt up by the songs of campers

You killed back in the forties

I could see that all the possibilities for conflict

Could just back up your decision

Subject them all to oblivion

Ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh

I can't stand the things that they do to me

I won't wait for Jesus to prove to me

When all the people in the world move out of your back garden

Would you celebrate the passing of your life as Mr. Badman

You could see that all the possibilities in peacetime

Force a new decision don't subject them all to oblivion

Ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh

I can't stand the things that they do to me

I won't wait for Jesus to prove to me

I can't stand the things that they do to me

I won't wait for Jesus to prove to me

Oh goodness, my gracious, I hope it's not contagious

Although it seems it's catching, it's best not to get careless

Oh goodness, my gracious, I hope it's not contagious

Although it seems it's catching, it's best not to get careless

Ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah

Oblivion

Ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh

Oblivion

Ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh

Oblivion

Ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah

Ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah, ba-ba-ooh-ah

Oblivion