Bananas Miracle Cure
Take the last train to Kalamazoo
Have a bowl of mulligan stew
Cause there’s a chamber underground
The alarm is starting to sound
There’s a fly floating in my soup
There’s a dead man wearing my suit
And the president’s on the phone
Dead G-man in the reservoir
There’s a pipe bomb under my car
The ambassador’s on a plane
Cause the virus cannot be contained
And it seems like our fool proof plan
Grew quickly way out of hand
Now we can’t even save ourselves
So you can march in your little parades
Read your little red books all day
And you can search for the miracle cure
But watch as all hope disappears
They’ll come down in their UFO’s
But the stores will already be closed
They’ll turn around and then they’ll go home
