Ship Of Fools

The human race was dying out.
No one left to scream and shout.
People walking on the moon.
Smog will get you pretty soon.

Everyone was hanging out,
Hanging up and hanging down,
Hanging in and holding fast.
Hope our little world will last.

Along came mister goodtrips looking for a new ship.
Come on people better climb on board,
Come on baby not going home.
Ship of fools,
Ship of fools.