Day of the Triffids

In the mid-day heat I gave a sigh

Cruisin' through the garden district, I was out of my mind

The Star of India's in my hotel room

In a briefcase combination: 3, 2, 1 (which only I know)

And I've just seen my mentor, Dr. No

California Sun is on the radio, let's go

I just wanna reach the radio star

It's a satellite off Venus and it ain't too far

I was shooting up in my hotel room

When the phone started ringing - oh no

It was Dr. No, he gave the password

He said, 'Hey, man, haven't you heard? and I said 'No'

'The world's been invaded by alien life forms

Meet me at the airport, we've got to get out - let's go

I ran to the window and looked out,

There were dead people lying all over the streets.

Within two minutes I had all my stuff together.

I jumped in my car and was speeding down the highway

Past all the deserted cars.

In five minutes I was at the airport but there at the gates

I saw what I suppose was one of these 'alien life forms'.

I pulled my bazooka out of its bag in the back of the car

And blew it to hell.

As arrange Dr. No was waiting for me in the terminal.

We got in his private jet plane and took off,

Two hours later landing in Zaire,

Where we met up with Fu Manchu, Hannibal Lecter,

The Hooded Claw and all the rest of the gang.

We boarded the rocket and soon we were shooting off

For the stars and as we approached the space station

I looked down and observed the earth,

The US air force being annihilated

And swarms of nuclear weapons soaring through the stratosphere destroying the earth

- and I swear to God I laughed.