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[Intro] [Snare drum roll: tata-tati] [Funky Disco bass line kicks in with a military stomp] [ shouting like a Drill Sergeant via megaphone] (Attention, maggots!) (The End is Nigh!) (And your cuticles are dry!) (Pack the bags!) (Drop the Spam, pick up the Glam!) (If we’re going extinct, we’re going in mink!) (Move! Move! Vogue!) [Verse 1] The sirens are screaming a soprano note. I’m busy steaming the radioactive coat. The sky is burning a lovely shade of red. It matches the silk on my bunker bed. The neighbors are hoarding the water and rice. I’m hoarding the vintage at a very good price. I don't need a weapon, I don't need a shield. I’m walking the runway of the battlefield. If I gotta glow in the dark, my dear. I’m making it the trend of the fiscal year. (Gamma Ray Gray!) [Chorus] [Strings soar high and dramatic] Doomsday Preppie! Papi make it peppy Fashion! Survival is such a bore, looking good is my passion! I got a gas mask covered in diamond dust. In life We Trust! In love We Trust! Apocalypse Now? No, Apocalypse Wow! I’m sweating glitter on the golden brow. When the zombies come to eat the brain. They’re gonna choke on the length of the chain. Bunker! Fallout Vogue! I am the warlord, I am the man! [Verse 2] Let’s check the kit, let’s check the stash. I traded the iodine for a tube of lash. I don't have a compass, I don't have a map. But I look fantastic in a fur-lined trap. The Geiger counter is clicking a beat. I’m strutting my stuff on the empty street. Who needs a rations? Who needs a plan? I’m the last supermodel of the waste of man. Six sentimeter of steel on the bottom of the heel. Crushing the skull with the sex appeal. (Priorities!) [Chorus] [Full Disco-March explosion] Doomsday Preppie! Papi make it peppy Fashion! Survival is such a bore, looking good is my passion! I got a gas mask covered in diamond dust. In life We Trust! In love We Trust! Apocalypse Now? No, Apocalypse Wow! I’m sweating glitter on the golden brow. When the zombies come to eat the brain. They’re gonna choke on the length of the chain. Bunker! Fallout vogue! I am the warlord, I am the man! (Left! Right! Slop! Goodnight!) [Outro] [Beat fades to a lonely, howling wind sound effect] [Taint whispering] Wait. Is that a mutant? He has four eyes. ...He's staring at me. (Take a picture, honey.) (It lasts longer than the atmosphere.) Is that a mutant? He has three legs ...He's staring at me. (Take a picture, honey.) (It lasts longer than the atmosphere.) (Click.) [Extended outro]