As heard on Rush's radio show
Sung to Barry McGuire's Eve of Destruction

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The lyrics are down below . . .

This Material World . . . is overheatin'
Ol' Mother Nature . . . is taking a beatin'
A global disaster is what we're promotin'
If we don't stop now, our kids will be totin'
Backpack air conditioners and sun tan lotion
So they tell me, over and over and over again, my friend
Ahh, we'd best believe . . . we're on the Eve of Destruction

Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say?
Spaceship Earth's got a broken temperature gauge
Better buckle your seat belts and fold up your trays
'Cause there'll be palm trees growin' in Portland, Maine
And Denver will be lookin' at the ocean waves
So they tell me, over and over and over again, my friend
Ahh, we'd best believe . . . we're on the Eve of Destruction

The ozone's been chlorofluorocarbonatin'
Now the ultraviolet bandwidth is over-radiatin'
If you worship your tan, well here comes the Sun
Have 'em stick a fork in you when you're done
'Cause you're not gonna have enough mellatonin
To keep skin cancer from spoilin' your fun
So you'd better listen up, 'cause the warnings have begun
So they tell me, over and over and over again, my friend
Ahh, we'd best believe . . . we're on the Eve of Destruction

But all those big-wigs attending their summit
Insist on meeting in air-conditioned comfort
Their limosines guzzle down fossile fuels
And they fly in on jets that emit noxious fumes
Then they point their fingers at us and accuse
If they're worried about hot air, then I'd suggest
That they keep their speeches to 5 minutes or less!
And they tell me, over and over and over and over again, my friend
We'd best believe . . . we're on the Eve of Destruction
Yeah, we'd best believe . . . we're on the Eve of Destruction

Parody version © 1997 Paul Silhan