There's a storm heading east I don't need to hear the forecast But it's coming for me There's a chance that it might outlast Life above ground So we've got to head down Blow this little ghost town Batten down the hatches so to speak Seal it up tight Here's a chance to live by candlelight As we head down below To my secret grotto Climb down Climb down My storm cellar As the thunder swells Make like Make like we're cave dwellers As the whole world melts Got this funny old cot Working on this magnum opus It squeaks a lot Pretty soon you'll hardly notice Where it's damp and divine I got roots, I got wine A dirty sheepskin rug Lay you down and keep you snug Climb down Climb down My storm cellar As the thunder swells Make like Make like we're cave dwellers As the whole world melts Put the genny on low Move the dial real slow Get your belly on the floor Gonna bear that load Shake a moon below Where the mushrooms grow Let the airwaves flow On the crank radio When the seven-horn blow Then it's time to go And you can't say no With your belly on the floor Climb down Climb down My storm cellar As the thunder swells Make like Make like we're cave dwellers As the whole world melts Climb down Climb down My storm cellar As the thunder swells Make like Make like we're cave dwellers As the whole world melts