(Recording produced, percussed, and melotronned by the magnificent Chris Butler)
Please, little monkey,
Put down the gray banana.
You found the gun key –
Heaven has dropped this manna –
You like your fun, keep
Letting what’s curious in a
Monkey have its head:
Planet of the Dead
Planet of the Dead
Alien races,
They all avoid our planet –
Thinking it tasteless
To come and do more than scan it,
Checking our faces,
Re-check their case list when a-
rriving where it said:
“Planet of the Dead”
“Planet of the Dead”
Were they mistaken?
When they could see our planet
Surviving Reagan,
Somehow escaping
Kenned
-y and each time shaken –
Never again to do it:
Somehow the safe end
Ending in our face each
Time we blew it –
Please, little monkey,
Put down the gray banana,
A few more months, please;
Another Age of Man! A-
nother century!
One precious year and then a-
nother till you’re fed!
Another till you’re fed!
Another till you’re fed
PLEASE,
planet
of the dead