Chariots of the Gods
It is time
What is? What is that?
Those floating machines are becoming so perfected
I can see now how the prophecy is being fulfilled
Look up!
We've come to your planet as emissaries of universal intelligence
I'm convinced that the earth is being visited
By intelligently controlled extraterrestrial vehicles
That's impossible!
What is it?
Behavior of UFOs in the sky
What?
The so called flying saucers
In other words, are real
Chariots of the Gods!
Uh oh!
Gah!
They're attacking us!
Chariots of the Gods!
Gods
Gods
Gods
Gods
In the beginning was the word
And the word was, 'duck'
And lo the word of 'duck' was 'quack'
The sound that replicates the sound of the grand opening
'Crack', of the primordial egg
And that ex ovo omnia epigenetic moment
In the Garden of Ened
A 'quack' sound that is echoless
To the ears of duck-less mysoginists
Un-attuned to the subtle acoustics of the 'duck' sound
Those ignorami whose minds have not been E-duck-ated in Duckology 101
And who are thus not acquainted with the teachings of duck
And more over, our pulchritudinous duck
Hears throughout the ether
The bial-rhythmnic beats of an electro-chemical fusion of
Techno, funky, vinyl scratching
That makes her tail feathers shake