Klaus Nomi - Total Eclipse Lyrics

Big shots argue about what they've got
Making the planet so hot, hot as a holocaust.
Blow up, everything's gonna go up
Even if you don't show up in your Chemise Lacoste.

Total eclipse, it's a total eclipse,
It's a total eclipse of the sun.
Can't come to grips with the total eclipse
Just a slip of your lips and you're done.

Fall out, nobody left to crawl out
If someone calls — we're all out, turning in to French fries
Last dance, let the entire cast dance, due the dismembered
Blast dance, as we get atomized!