A tiny planet spinning off its course   I woke up in the basement bare privy   Pathetic armies of compassion where's your Trojan Horse   Now you've heard it all before      The newsman said a meteor could seal our fate   I tripped over a star-child on the stair   A-shouldering the weight he'd kill himself today   If he didn't have the evening to attend to      I kissed him on the face and said I just arrived today   I'm not sure where to find the others like me   He registered a shock a doorway and a knock   Is all that stands between      To cut along the street   Climb up on the roof   Fly to outer space boys   I'm the living proof      Na na na      Ritchie had a way oh sticks and stones and charcoal   He'd mix it with his tears to make him strong   Splash a little here it covers up the fear   Fix your hair 'n off you go lad      Cindy you been on the run your pancake skin ain't seen the sun   In weeks and now you're way too tired to talk   Come upstairs good friends are there Buddy Jean and Queen Electra   Doris Dean Great Britannia's last hooray      To cut along the street   Climb up on the roof   Fly to outer space boys   I'm the living proof      Na na na I wanna show you na na na I'm not afraid   Na na na oh oh na na na I wanna show you na na na   1972 na na na oh you na na na that special year oh