You and I will be reborn
In a future place and time
If everything our
Hindu brethren say is [bad word] 
In an age of things that hover
You and I will still be lovers
And we'll say to ourselves
That was then and this is, too
Doo-doo-be-doo, doo-doo
'Cause we'll still find
the happening hot spots
We'll still [bad word] the cool casinos
You'll still fly me to the moon
Although the moon to which you fly me
Could be Phobos or Deimos
The psychic worms from Rigel nine
Who control everything we do
Will make us think that was then
And 3010 is exactly the same as 1962
Don't expect any changes, my friend