If I could hold 
 Hold out for now
 With these icecaps melting down
 With the transistor sound
 And my Chevrolet terraplane
 Going around around around
 [bad word] on little gamma ray
 Standing in a hurricane

 Your brains are bored like a refugee from a house that's burning
 And the heat wave's calling your name
 She's got a cactus crown
 With a dot dot dot on her brow
 And she speaks inside a cloud
 With her countenance turning around

 It hit me like a gamma ray
 Standing in a hurricane

 I'm pulling out thorns
 Smokestack lightning out my window
 I want to know what I've lost today
 [bad word] on little gamma ray
 Standing in a hurricane

 Your body's bored 
 Like a refugee from a house that's burning 
 And the backwater's calling your name