I'm a little ICBM

I'm a little ICBM, I feel swell
Here is my warhead to send a city to hell.
Push the Big Red Button to launch me from a sub
I surely would not fit in your bath-tub.

All my older brothers are based on land,
Hiding in their silos, buried in the sand.
I'm the new model, I live out at sea.
Screw the land-lubbers, it's a sailor's life for me.

I'm a little ICBM, as you can see.
I was once on national TV.
Nuclear Disarmament will put me out of work,
Thanks for nothing, Gorbachev, you big jerk.