Now the King told the boogie men, "You have to let that raga drop. The oil down the desert way, has been shakin' to the top". The Sheikh he drove his Cadillac, he went a cruisin' down the Ville.
They're sending back pictures from Saturn and Mars. Maybe this will be our new home. Well we seem to have messed up. And we must look to the stars. Our paradise we seem to have outgrown.