He wakes up in the morning  He pulls his shirt and boots on  He grabs his lunch pale and heads out to the light  And he goes, and he goes and he works all day  For his meager little paycheck  When Monday comes his money is already spent  And when he gets home his dinners cold  His wife is yapping at the kids  And he snaps and decides to runaway    He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You  He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You  He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You  Drop A Bomb, Drop A Bomb    He hopes one day for a better life  As he scratches his lottery ticket  The jackpot never comes, He hangs his head  And he goes, and he goes and he works all day  For his meager little paycheck  When Monday comes its off to work again    He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You  He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You  He's Gonna Drop A Bomb On You  Drop A Bomb, Drop A Bomb    He dropped a bomb on you