What’s for ten billion dollars? Missile defense system for Hawaii.
Hawaii? Hawaii.
Oh, say it ain’t so, baby. Rocket to me, ahhh!

Ah, missile warning. Missile warning. Missile warning. ICBMs on the way , , ,

I’m bored at Hawaii Civil Defense,
But got a personal assistant with songs to dispense.
“Alexa, baby, play ‘Me So Horny’.
She say, “OK, sending missile warning.”
“No, no,” I reply. “Me, So Horny.”
“I don’t understand. Do you have a sore knee?”
“Not a sore knee. Me So Horny.”
“I will see if I can find you a corgi.”

Ah, missile warning. Missile warning. Missile warning. ICBMs on the way , , ,

Trying again. “Alexa, play ‘Me So Horny’.”
“OK, I will call an attorney.”
“What? No, don’t need a lawyer, no, no, no.
Just sitting here, alone, I’m bored.
Just need a song: Me So Horny.”
“You want me to tell you a story?”
“Why won’t you play ‘Me So Horny’?”
“I don’t understand what I should inventory.”

Ah, missile warning. Missile warning. Missile warning. ICBMs on the way , , ,

Thirty-eight minutes of Alexa, gotta love her,
While people on the islands run for cover.
I finally see the switch on the missile warning,
And I’m thinking to myself, “Hope they ignore me.”
But things could turn kind of gory
If the bosses don’t believe my story.
Next time I’ll just go to an orgi
When all I am is me so horny.

Ah, missile warning. Missile warning. Missile warning. ICBMs on the way , , ,