| Oh you pretty things |
| Don’t you know you’re driving your Mama’s and Papa’s insane |
| Oh you pretty things |
| Don’t you know you’re driving your Mama’s and Papa’s insane |
| Let me make it plain |
| You gotta make way for the Homo Superior |
| Wake up you sleepy heads |
| Put on some clothes shake up your beds |
| Put another log on the fire for me |
| I need some breakfast and coffee |
| I look out my window and what do I see |
| A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me |
| All the strangers came today |
| And it looks as though they’re here to stay |
| What are we coming to |
| There’s no room for me no fun for you |
| I think about a world to come |
| Where the books were found by the golden one |
| Written in pain, written in awe |
| By the puzzled man who questioned what we were here for |
| All the strangers came today |
| And it looks as though they’re here to stay |
| Oh you pretty things |
| Don’t you know you’re driving your Mama’s and Papa’s insane |
| Oh you pretty things |
| Don’t you know you’re driving your Mama’s and Papa’s insane |
| Let me make it plain |
| You gotta make way for the Homo Superior |
| ok at your children |
| Their faces in golden rays |
| Don’t kid yourself they belong to you |
| They’re the start of the coming race |
| The earth is a beast we’ve finished our news |
| Homo sapiens have outgrown their use |
| All the strangers came today |
| And it looks as though they’re here to stay |
| Oh you pretty things |
| Don’t you know you’re driving your Mama’s and Papa’s insane |
| Oh you pretty things |
| Don’t you know you’re driving your Mama’s and Papa’s insane |
| Let me make it plain |
| You gotta make way for the Homo Superior |
| Oh you pretty things |
| Don’t you know you’re driving your Mama’s and Papa’s insane |
| Oh you pretty things |
| Don’t you know you’re driving your Mama’s and Papa’s insane |
| Let me make it plain |
| You gotta make way for the Homo Superior |