Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
With our fingers we make million holes
We run and we fall into pot holes
On a mission to savor the world, oh!
We peek at the sky through tree holes

[Chorus 1]
Comet! Oh, damn it!
The comet comes hurtling down
On a precious plot of earth

[Verse 2]
Like the bugs in mother's flower bed
We walk on long legs over the sea bed
On our mission to save the world, oh!
We need milk and cakes and a warm bed

[Chorus 2]
The comet! Oh, damn it!
The comet comes hurtling down
On a precious plot of earth

[Outro]
Grey leaves are too much
For any mother to handle
A father must pull
His black hat down over the eyes