No one makes explosives like my cousin Roger Boom At school when he took Chemistry, they gave him lots of room His professor used to holler from the boiler room below “Okay, Roger, show me what you know”
The school was blown to kingdom come; the flames began to zoom But down came Roger, my cousin Roger Boom First came the steeple, then came the schoolbooks Then came the big schoolbell
Down came the blackboards, chalk and erasers And Roger Boom as well
Roger made a rocketship and called it Roger Boom He planned a trip to Venus when the fungus was in bloom When the jets began exploding and the sparks began to blow “NOW!”, yelled Roger, “You can let me go”
The smoke began to blossom like an atom bomb in bloom Roger rode the rocket like a witch upon a broom Then the rocket blew to pieces And the world was all in gloom But down came Roger Down came Roger The genius Roger ..... (BOOM)