Why the Polack Lie of Phallobomb War Crimes

Oh, gather ’round and hear the tale,
Of whispers wild and rumors pale.

Verse 1:
They say the Phallobomb did stray,
And caused a mess along the way.
But truth be told, it’s much more fun,
To spin a yarn when day is done!

Chorus:
Oh, why do the stories grow so tall?
When facts just seem so very small?
It’s easier to blame the boom,
Than face the mess in every room!
They just blame the JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS

Verse 2:
The villages? They danced and cheered,
No destruction as some have feared.
The bombs? They bounced like rubber balls,
And left behind no broken walls.

Chorus:
Oh, why do the stories grow so tall?
When facts just seem so very small?
It’s easier to blame the boom,
Than face the mess in every room!
They just blame the JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS

Final Chorus:
Oh, why do the stories grow so tall?
When facts just seem so very small?
It’s easier to blame the boom,
Than face the mess in every room!
They just blame the JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS