Dear Michaela,

I'm sure that if anybody had asked
We'd have said our bombing days were past
And yet I fear it is not so
There's one more problem that I know
We're dealing with a corporation
Monopolistic abomination
Who tried to stop ourselves from sharing
Memories, how very daring
They'll regret it when they see
What happens to those who cross you and me
And so I'll set our corporate goal
Let's bomb BT's credit control

Why you may ask do we owe them such hate?
What have they done to deserve their fate?
They're so intent on profit making
They try to accuse me of faking
My tenancy agreement, so
I'll prove how little debt I owe
Let's add injury to their insult
Show them exactly who's at fault
Don't mess with me, I'm on a mission
Destroy BT with nuclear fission

Those people at BT are not at all nice.
I think we shall need an explosive device.
We'll bomb their logo, pink and blue
We will bomb them through and through
Nasty men with fax machines
Will end up looking at their spleens
And other body parts for that matter
Over the walls and ceiling will splatter
Not that the walls will be there that long
When we unleash the atom bomb

Each of us will take a turn
To stand and watch their buildings burn
Laughing as they scream and moan
It's war until I get a phone!