They don't know we're out here, as far as we can tell, So jamming all our senses with advertizing hell and late-night movie heaven is accidental, well, details at eleven But Doris Daytheearthstoodstill, the hippest chick on Thurth Let's live always the dream they beam from planet Earth All our tentacles entwined, snow-blind and without sound Doris Daytheearthstood still, you make my world go round You grow a new antenna The signals multiply with ads for soap and henna, The products we can't buy And all across the asteroid, Everyone will die unless we send the gas droid