Day of the Triffids. 
Words and Music by Tim Wheeler. 
Copyright 1995 Infectious Records. 

Verse: 
           B                                          A                                                                                    E    E D B 
In the mid-day heat i gave a sigh, crusin' through the garden district, I was out of my mind. 
         B                                                        A                                             E     E D B   E D B 
The star of india's in my hotel-room, in a briefcase combination, 3..2..1, which only I know 
              B                                                A                                          E        BBBBBB 
And i've just seen my mentor, Dr. No.  California sun's on the radio, let's go!. 

SECOND VERSE: 
I was shooting up in my hotel room, when the phone started ringing, oh no! (Told him to fuck off) 
It was Dr. No, he gave the password.  He said hey man!, haven't you heard?, I said no. 
The world's been invaded by alien forms, meet me at the airport, we've goota get out. 

Chorus: 
G#                                  C#             E                                    A 
I just want to reach the radio star, I just want to reach the radio star. 
G#                                            C#                E                                    A                Ab 
It's a satellite of venus and it aint too far.  I just want to reach the radio star. 

Talking Part: 

Repeat this sequence for this whole bit: 

E-2--2--5--2--5--2----2--2--5--2--5--7--------------------- 

I ran to the window and looked out.  There were dead people lying all over the streets man. 
So within two minutes i had all my stuff together. 
I jumped in my car and was speeding down the high-way, past all the deserted cars. 
In five minuted i was at the airport, but ther at the gates i saw what i suppose was one of these alien life forms, 
I pulled my bazooka out of its bag at the back of the car and blew it to hell. 
As arranged Dr. No was waiting for me in the terminal.  We took off in his private jet plane. 
Two hours later we landed in Zaire, where we met up with Hannibal Lecter, The Hooded Claw and all the rest of the gang, 
We boarded the rocket and soon we were shooting off for the stars.  As we approached the space-station 
I looked down and observed the earth.  The US airfoce being annihilated and swarms of nuclear weaponssoaring through the atmosphere destroying the earth - and i swear to God I laughed 

The Chords after this talking section are: Ab  A#  Ab  C#, E  F#  E  A. A#  Ab  C#, E  F#  E  A.