Lyrics Moon Jocks n Prog Rocks - Mungolian Jetset

Moon Jocks n Prog Rocks

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.