Doors, the

Ship Of Fools

The human race was dying out,
No-one left to scream and shout
People walking on the moon,
Smog will get you pretty soon
Ev'ryone was hangin' out,
Hangin' up and hangin' down
Hangin' in and holdin' fast,
Hope our little world will last

Yeah, Along came Mister Goodtrips
Looking for a new ship
Come on, people, better climb on board;
Come on, baby, now we're going home
Ship of fools, ship of fools,