In the year one-oh-five-one-oh-five, If man is still alive, If robot can survive, They may find... In the year twenty-five-twenty-five-twenty-five, The backwards time machine still won't have arrived. In all the world, there's only one technology, A rusty sword for practicing proctology! In a future year that ends with a twenty, A shlubby merman's gonna try to get chummy. He may look like a watery wimp, When in fact he's a bloodthirsty shrimp! In the year one million and a half, Humankind is enslaved by giraffe. Man must pay for all his misdeeds, When the treetops are stripped of their leaves! Whoa-oh!