"Jump down the shelters - to get away!
The boys are cockin' up their guns.
Tell us, General: Is it party time?
If it is, can we all come?

Don't think that we don't know.
Don't think that we're not giant.
Don't think we move too slow.
It's no use after crying:

Saying: It's a mistake.
It's a mistake!
(It's a mista-ake.)
It's a mistaake!

After the laughter - has died away,
and all the boys have had their fun.
No surface noise now, not much to say.
They've got the bad guys on the run!

Don't try to say you're sorry.
Don't say he drew his gun.
They've gone and grabbed old Ronnie.
He's not the only one.

Saying: It's a mistake.
It's a mistake!
(It's a mistaake.)
It's a mista-e-ake!!!

Tell us, Commander: What do you think?
'Cause we know you love all that pooweeer.
Is it on then? Are we on the brink?
We wish you'd all throw in the towel!

We'll not fade out too soon,
Not in this finest hour.
Whistle your favorite tune,
We'll send a card and flower!

Saying: It's a mistake.
It's a mistake!
(It's a mistaake.)
It's a mistake!
Oo-ooh-ooh!

(fire calm rock guitar solo)

It's a mistake!!!
(It's a mistaake.)
It's a mis-take!
(It's a mistake.)
It's a mistake!!!
(It's a mistaake.)
It's a mis-take!
(It's a mistake.)

It's a miis-take!!!
It's a mista-ae-heaa-ae!!!
(It's a mistake...)"