Little rockets at the missile sites, little rockets made for Kim Jong-Un,
Little rockets, little rockets, little rockets, all the same,
There's a green one, and a red one, and a blue one, and a yellow one,
And they're all made for a maniac, and they all fly just the same ...
And the launch teams at the missile sites, oh they all went to Kim's training camps,
And they all look, and they all talk, and they all think just the same,
But the Christians, and the dissidents, and the clever ones who simply thought too much,
Were all put in wooden boxes, in a row of unmarked graves.
And the Yankees, and the Ivans, and the Chinks, Japs and the rest of them,
Simply sit there at the U.N., and they all talk just the same,
There's a red flag, and a blue flag, and a green flag, and a yellow flag,
And they all eat their big dinners, and they all try to shift the blame.
And the starving, and the freezing, and the sick ones with no medicine,
All look Southward, cross the border, and they all think just the same,
"They aren't hungry, they've got houses, they've got smartphones, and proper hospitals ...
But Kim says we must be Socialists, and he's surely not to blame... ?"