Space Junk
Gerald V. Casale / Mark Mothersbaugh
Well she was walking all alone
Down the street in the alley
Her name was Sally
I never touched her, she never saw it
When she was hit by space junk
When she was hit by space junk
When she was hit by space junk
In New York, Miami beach
Heavy metal fell in Cuba
Angola, Saudi Arabia
On Christmas eve, said Norad
A soviet sputnik hit Africa
India, Venezuela, in Texas, Kansas
It's falling fast Peru too
It keeps coming, it keeps coming, it keeps coming
And now I'm mad about space junk
I'm all burned out about space junk
Walk and talk about space junk
It smashed my baby's head, space junk
And now my sally's dead, space junk