Текст: Thomas Dolby. Aliens Ate My Buick. Pulp Culture.

I drove all over Hollywood

Looking at the stars

First I ate my Milky Way

And then I ate my Mars

But sucking on a Galaxy

I noticed something pretty bizarre

There's not a lot of people there,

Just an awful lot of cars, check it out




Stale pulp culture take it away
True pulp culture help to redefine it

Old pulp culture day upon day

Young pulp culture serve to undermine it

Sham pulp culture buried in time

True pulp culture there to be plundered

Same pulp culture year upon year

Hey! pulp culture live to be a hundred....



Shake off that thing, you gotten used to it


Here is one you won't wanna parlay

In a small round cruel scum brown brat shack dumb world
So squeeze a little tear from your body...

Another dozen unchained!



Stale pulp culture take it away

New pulp culture help to undermine it

Old pulp culture day upon day


Young pulp culture serve to redefine it
Sham pulp culture buried in time


True pulp culture there to be plundered

Same pulp culture year upon year


Hey! pulp culture live to be a hundred...


If a child ever rose on the wings of a dove

Or the claws of a vulture

Then a man ain't a man when he don't understand

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah

Pulp culture, pulp culture, pulp culture, pulp culture



Do you really love me girl ?
I think I know but I wanna be sure



You tell it to me all night long
Still I wanna hear it some more

You tell me in the bathroom babe

And you tell me back in the hall

You tell me on the kitchen table

And up agains the wall, what it is
So check beneath your fingernails


In between your toes


Right between your earlobes darling
That's where culture grows


It's breeding in your short and curlies
Ready to expand


With a gunFrom the heart of Poison City out over televisionland