F                                 F9    F7  Bb       Bbm     F   F7
So Long, Mom, I'm off to drop the bomb, So don't wait up for me.
Bb                           F                  D7
But while your swelter, down there in your shel-ter,
G7              C7                 F               F+
You can see me, on your T.V. While we're attacking frontally,
      F6            F7           F6              F+           Bb             A7
Watch Brinkally and Huntally, de-scribing contra-puntally,the cities we have lost.
A7+  Bb            F      D7            G7        C7   F    F#dim   C7   F   F#dim   C7
No need for you to miss a minute of the agonizing holocaust.

F                            C7                                      F   F#dim   C7
Little Johnny Jones he was a U.S. pilot, and no shrinking vi'let was he.
F                                  G7
He was mighty proud when Would War Three was declared.
                         C7
He wasn't scared, no sir-ree!
                    F#dim C7      F            Fdim  C7
And this is what he said   on his way to Ar-ma-ged-don:

F                                 F9    F7  Bb       Bbm    F   F7
So Long, Mom. I'm off to drop the bomb. So don't wait up for me.
    Bb                           F               D7
But though I may roam, I'll come back to my home.
    G7                  C7
All though it may be. A pile of de-bris.
   F      F+         F6           F7      F6              F+        Bb                A7
Re-member Mommy, I'm off to get a commie, so send me a sa-lami, and try to smile some-how.
A7+  Bb                     F      S7        G7         C7        F      C7    F
I'll look for you, when the war is o-ver. An hour and a half from now.