In the year 6565 Ain't gonna need no husband, Won't need no wife. You'll pick your sons, pick your daughters too From the bottom of a long glass tube. Whoa-oh-oh.
Now it's been ten thousand years, Man has cried a billion tears For what he never knew. Now man's reign is through. But throught eternal night, The twinkling of starlight, So very far away, Maybe it's only yesterday...