We ain't no vampire bats
We need some understanding
Flying in the moonlight
Caught up in the offering
Of silhouettes and movement baby
Sydney harbour bridge nights
Called out by a longing
One day they'll accuse us
Of adding nothing better baby
And this is all we know
We ain't no vampire bats
In television
Brings us in sentimental repeats
Nothing new to make now
When everything has been said, oh baby
The hipsters have the doors locked
With copywritten hairdos
Quantified and inbred
Salavation army baby
Monkeys with thumbs
GO! Jim Lovelock.