You know, I hear a lot of talk
So I'm headin' for the stereo store
To get a white noise maker and turn it up to ten

Or maybe the interior
Of somewhere like Siberia
Yeah, the yak is back again

Black harvest moon over my head
Yes it was
That billboard prose shinin' on me, and it
Shines because
It's been so long since my Telstar
I hope it crashes in the sea

Or maybe the interior
Of somewhere like Siberia
Yakety-yak is back again