If I could to hold-hold out for now with these ice caps melting down
With the transistor sound and my Chevrolet terraplane going around-around-around
Come 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 on a cactus crown with a dot-dot-dot on her brow
And she speaks inside a cloud with her countenance turning around
Hit me like a gamma ray standing in a hurricane
And I'm pulling out thorns, smokestack lightning out my window
I want to know what I've lost today
Come on, little gamma ray, standing in a hurricane
And your body's bored like a refugee from a house that's burning
And the backwater's calling your name
