Wonderfull Worlds of Tomorrow

A rush of arctic air crushes into a wave of heat
The travel rep says all is as it should be
"There's still a yoga class to take you beneath
The surface of all that you want to see."

No! Let's go to an eat-all-you-can-eat
Get in the truck, ain't the engine sweet
Don't it feel good in that leather seat
We look so hard-to-beat

Let's take our ride on the black snow
To the wonderful worlds of tomorrow!

Someone forgot to cut down that tree
Why be so wary of weather geometry?
Then as we digest our last bit of meat
And we've savoured our gunpowder tea

Let's leave some fresh black snow
To the wonderful minds of tomorrow!

We look so hard-to-beat
We look so hard-to-beat



Credits
Writer(s): Karol Miklos, Alan James Dykstra
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