| Wake up you sleepy head |
| Put on some clothes, shake up your bed |
| Put another log on the fire for me |
| I’ve made some breakfast and coffee |
| Look out my window and what do I see |
| A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me |
| All the nightmares came today |
| And it looks as though they’re here to stay |
| What are we coming to |
| No room for me, no fun for you |
| I think about a world to come |
| Where the books were found by the Golden ones |
| Written in pain, written in awe |
| By a 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 |
| Mamas and Papas insane |
| Oh you Pretty Things |
| Don’t you know you’re driving your |
| Mamas and Papas insane |
| Let me make it plain |
| You gotta make way for the Homo Superior |
| Look out at your children |
| See their faces in golden rays |
| Don’t kid yourself they belong to you |
| They’re the start of a coming race |
| The earth is a bitch |
| 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 |
| Mamas and Papas insane |
| Oh you Pretty Things |
| Don’t you know you’re driving your |
| Mamas and Papas insane |
| Let me make it plain |
| You gotta make way for the Homo Superior |