Post Nuclear Talking Blues

I don't have the magnetism of a national heroI'm not desperate enough toCarry 'round a bomb in a bagAnd I hate to clean up behind my dogHe's a pretty big guy and he eats like a hogI never quite get that haircut they have in the windowI better give myself a talking toI better work out what I'm going to doMaybe get myself a wifeBetter get myself a lifeInstead of these post nuclear talking bluesWhen I go to the storeThe express line gets derailedI know that none of my batteries were includedI fall down every time I drinkI wash and all my whites turn pinkAnd I always come home with someone else's pantsI better give myself a talking toI better work out what I'm going to doMaybe get myself a wifeBetter get myself a lifeInstead of these post nuclear talking bluesThe rain won't worry a drowning manUntil his feet ar eon dry landHe won't even care if his best shoes are full of sandWhenever my flight touches downMy bags are in a different townAnd the customs men like to get intimate with meI better give myself a talking toI better work out what I'm going to doMaybe get myself a wifeBetter get myself a lifeInstead of these post nuclear talking bluesAnd that's all