The human race was dying out,
No one left to scream and shout.
People walking on the moon,
Smog will get you pretty soon.
Ev`ryone was hangin` out,
Hangin, up and hangin` down.
Hangin` in and holdin` fast,
Hope our little world will last.
Yeah, Along came Mister Goodtrips
Looking for a new ship.
Come on, people, better climb on board;
Come on, baby, now we`re going on home.
Ship of fools, ship of fools,
Smog will get you pretty soon.
