Been out all night, I needed a bite, I thought I'd put a record on   I reached for the one with the ultra modern label   And wondered where the light had gone   It had a futuristic cover, lifted straight from Buck Rogers      The record was so black it had to be a con   The auto changer switched as I filled my sandwich   And futuristic sounds warbled off and on      The black hit of space, it's the one without a face   It's the one that doesn't fit, you can only see the flip   The black hit of space, sucking in the human race   How can it stay at the top, when it's swallowed all the shops      As the song climbed the charts, the others disappeared   'Til there was nothing but it left to buy   It got to number one, then into minus figures   Though nobody could understand why      The black hit of space, it's the one without a face   It's the one that doesn't fit, you can only see the flip   The black hit of space, sucking in the human race   How can it stay at the top, when it's swallowed all the shops      I couldn't stand this bland sound any more   So I walked towards my deck to turn it off   All I could see was the B-side of the disc   Which had assumed a doughnut shape with the label on the outside rim      I reached for the arm which was less than one micron long   But weighed more than Saturn and time stood still   I knew I had to escape but every time I tried to flee   The record was in front of me      The black hit of space, get James Burke on the case   It's the hit that's never gone, time stops when you put it