Big Bad Thing

Well I got off the ship looking for a new kind of cooking

But the only thing I found was this

It's a different kind of weather altogether

And I never got the horrors like I got from this

Ah, jump back, dump that scratch it out and leave it flat

I'm not sure this is going to work out.

It's a big bad thing and it's made out of tin

And I'd like to be told just what it's all about

So I lose all my bearings, can't find where I live,

Now I'm standing at this door

A being from another planet opens up the door

And says: yeeeessss?

Vhat You Vhant?

Now I refuse to believe it could possibly breathe

The same atmosphere as me

I try to be polite and say I made a mistake

Bu the trouble is I'm shaking like a Christmas tree

So here I am on the doorstep or somewhere or other

I'm trying to communicate, I don't know why I bother

The conversation's limited to say the very least

It's always: yes?

Vhat You Vhant?

I wanna get out of here (questions and answers)

Vhat You Vhant?

I wanna get out of here (questions and answers)

So here come's the thing that isn't a thing

Running down the line when the telephone rings

Here comes a voice that I'm learning to dread

It's in my head!

Vhat You Vhant?

I wanna get out of here (questions and answers)

It's just too damned tough

I got C.I.D. protection, but that just isn't enough.

Bye-bye

Mummamammamow. Bye-bye

Vhat You Vhant?