Saturday I was in Pyongyang,
Workin' for the DNI--
Hackin' up the Net in headset,
With a satellite wi-fi--

Blustering fool is on the website:
Bully creep with nukes, a loose-cannon tongue--
Just about to call up NSA, man--
That guy's weird, kinda like Kim Il Sung!

"He's scarin' our allies! Crazy! Nuclear armed!
The test missile's ready to fire!"

He was Kim Jong's fool young-Un full of madness!
Just a fat, fat dutiful son--
It's just one wrong ballistic bad mess,
Cuz that Jong fool young-Un has a bomb...

I called John Kerry, "Dude's unstable..."--
(What a tall, wonky Vietnam vet!)
Obama said, "I hope that you're able, boy,
Cuz in Tokyo folks are starting to sweat..."

Well, my belly it was full of ramen,
And my waiter started bringing udon--
Something kept me tuned to cable,
And I heard the rocket soon'll go off!

Well, John Kerry was cunning and deft, man!
Yang, in Beijing, was scolding all night--
Down in Seoul they weren't yet scared
Cuz they're fully prepared--
Well, they've gotta be forgiven if they wanna go on laughin' at a

Jong fool young-Un with his bad hair,
Sorta Psy-like, snooty but dumb--
The whole world shook, I was a tad scared,
Cuz that Jong fool young-Un has a bomb...
Has a bomb...
Has a bomb...
Has a bomb!