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
