I Think I’d Like Belfast

I think I'd like Belfast
But I live in the USA
My TV says Belfast
Has lots of bombs

And I'm not real crazy about bombs

Boomity bomb bomb boom boom bomb bomb
Boomity bomb bomb boom boom bomb bomb

If I were in a restaurant in Belfast
I would order a salad and french fries
I mean chips
And I would ask the waiter please please
No bombs
No bombs
Hold the bombs
No bombs, please

Belfast is the bomb
But I mean that as an idiomatic expression

The repression in the city is the precedent's shitty
A poorly placed bomb could take me and my mom
From tourists, to two more dead
I want to see Belfast but not go to Hеll fast

Or Heaven, too, really, for that mattеr, but I'm sorry about that rhyme, I just couldn't think of anything better that rhymed with "Belfast" except like "smell fast." Do you have anything to drink?

Bombs are tender delicate machines
Delicate and tender deep inside
Touch a bomb like you would touch a lover
Touch a lover deep inside

When that special moment comes upon us
Bombs and lovers know just what to do
Touch a bomb or lover with a hostile hand
And you will know before you blink your eye

Here comes the bomb, bam, ma'am