You know, I hear a lot of talk So I'm headin' for the stereo store To get a white noise maker and turn it up to ten
Or maybe the interior Of somewhere like Siberia Yeah, the yak is back again
Black harvest moon over my head Yes it was That billboard prose shinin' on me, and it Shines because It's been so long since my Telstar I hope it crashes in the sea
Or maybe the interior Of somewhere like Siberia Yakety-yak is back again