Moon Jocks n Prog Rocks - Mungolian Jetset

Now I was walking down an alley on a dark and shady night

Feeling kinda bleary like something wasn’t right

Was at the latest trendy club, but I had to escape

Cause people were all chit chat 'bout their furniture and drapes.

The music was too serious, the bands were pretty lame

Women looked like cloggers, now the men looked just the same

I was drunk, so to avoid a scene I left through the back door

Some voices came down on the wind that I couldn’t just ignore

we’re moon jocks and prog rocks

prog jocks and moon rocks

we’re visualized supersynth grooveitars

we’ve come from the dock of a bridge of a discoverse.

I left-turned down this alley, propped up against a wall

Feet were aching, legs were shaking, mind was gonna stall

In this state of near-collapse I heard some kind of hiss

Lightning struck and time dissolved and I fell into a state of bliss.

I saw the strangest creatures like in some Timmy Burton flick

With moonplate eyes and frogman feet, they looked like Lunatics

Wearing purple capes and lava lamps on their heads

Raised their hands in the cool night air, this is what they said:

prog jocks and moon rocks

prog jocks and moon rocks

we’re visualized supersynth grooveitars

we’ve come from the dock of a bridge of a discoverse.

rocketing away to a shaking dancefloor

Take this flight to another space, where proggy disco is the superior race

Now I can tell ya LOUD I was a little stuck for words

I choked on my nouns and gagged on my verbs and blamed it on the herbs

Their leader sauntered up with a swing of his hips

And put a gnarly finger up to button up my lips.

He said:

«We got a better place for a dude like you

Less bustle, more hustle, all boogaloo.

Far have we travelled, long have we run

From the fifty-fourth stone from a supernova sun

Here evolution is the name of a Giorgio tune

this is the proggy side of the silver spoon

What we got’s what you need, so get with the beat

On the Transgalactic Express, feel the nano heat

And then the sky ripped open and we flew through the heavens

right to the heart of the sun in Sector 77.

I heard a thousand voices in a moog synthesizer

an arp of an odyssey played by some green little kaiser.

I saw a dude in sequin slacks with a pink neon face

He was poppin' out sins and saints on his cosmic lazer bass

The beat was pounding through my soul and I knew what I must do

I gotta get myself right back to Earth to tell this tale to you.

But before I could do another thing they got me lazerlocked

The door slid open and I saw a sight that put me into shock

A four-poster bed with silky sheets and posts of bones

And there in the middle like a cosmic riddle was Babylonia Jones.

And then I knew my time was up as she took me to her side

She showed her Purple Twang and she threw me deep inside

so my story ends with tears and a moral writ in stone:

«Beware the Deadly Purple Twang of Babylonia Jones»

Take this flight to another space, where proggy disco is the superior race.