Lyrics:

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.
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