Klaus Nomi - Total Eclipse

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 into French fries

Last dance, let the entire cast dance, do the dismembered blast dance

As we get atomized!