There's things going on I can't condone
I don't want to grow up looking like my clone
Mr. Scientist you're godlike with your pride
You really need to have your test tubes tied
(Like a cross of himself and a fox)
1969 was an acid trip
But d** can't hold a candle to this
1999 is a summer breeze
But in the year 2000
Reality will become the disease
There's a pea green Vega blocking my lane
There's a yellow submarine consumed in flame
There's a DNA sample on every toothbrush
A vidcam hidden behind every bush
(Y2K is gonna cause God to crash)
There's things going on that are too extreme
Natural born k**ers living out their dreams
Dawn of the dead must be etched in stone
We ate his cancer and we made it our own
(Oliver is sinking in a yellow submarine)