The man in the corner of this picture has a sinister purpose
  In the teeming Temple of the Railroad Kings
  He's planting a trashy paperback book for accidental purchase
  Containing all the secrets of life and other useless things
  But I can't bring myself to look
  Wake up Zombie write yourself another book
  You want to scream and shout my little flaxen lout
  Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over
  
  She sleeps with the shirt of a late, great country singer
  Stretched out on her poor jealous husband's pillow
  In time you can turn these obsessions into careers
  While the parents of those kidnapped children start the bidding
  for their tears
  
  But I can't bring myself to look
  Wake up Zombie
  Get yourself off the book
  You want to scream and shout my little waxen lout
  Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over
  
  Forget about Beethoven, Rembrandt and rock and roll
  Forget about Mickey Mouse, Marlboro and Coca Cola
  Forget about Cadillac, Mercedes and Toyota
  Forget about Buddha, Allah, Jesus and Jehovah
  Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over
  
  Any day now a giant insect mutation
  Will swoop down and devour the white man's burden
  Starting out with all of the sensitive ones
  Better make like a fly if you don't want to die
  Look out there goes Gordon
  
  But I can't bring myself to think
  Wake up Zombie
  Kick up a big stink
  You want to scream and shout my little Saxon lout
  Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over