Woke up this morning a million years ago. My head is spinning don’t know where to go. Slipped and slided into a dimensional door Now all I hear is them dinosaur roars. The trees are plastic and the sky’s a mess I’m feeling spastic and I can’t repress it Slow-motion lizard-zombies hiss and creep. So I better move my feet. Yeah, I better move my feet. I got tossed into the Land of the Lost In the Land of the Lost I’m tossed And I gotta get back, gotta get back But I got tossed into the Land of the Lost In the Land of the Lost I’m tossed And I gotta get back gotta get back gotta get To the Lost City, it’s so itty-bitty And the bubbling brew of strangeness Rearranges while sustaining this Suspended animation I’m in a state Of bad Claymation It’s a Krofft produced Drug induced Styrofoam vacation With a kick back Dopey giving me a ride And a hairy little Clint Howard by my side Hiding in the lizard’s Pylon to Defeat their weak attack So I’m cranking up my Marshal Sleeztacks to the max While I ROCK! In the Land of the Lost In the Land of the Lost I rock And I’m never going back never going back Cause now I rock in the Land of the Lost In the Land of the Lost I rock And I’m never going back, never going back never leave. Now I’m controlling everything With the Lite-Brite set I’m the lizard king. Holly’s getting busy, Chaka’s always sauced. No need to come and find me In the Land of the Lost.