OLD DOC ZEKE'S GONE RADIOACTIVE
Old Doc Zeke was a quiet man,
Lived alone in a rusted van.
Grew fungus wine and pickled rats—
Had a beard like a tumble of dryer-lint cats!
He's gone what?!
Radioactive!
He's gone what?!
Glowed clean outta his jacket!
He kicked the what?!
Kicked the bunker bucket!
Old Doc Zeke—
Boom! Nothin' but static!
They said "Don't mix your tea with radium dust…"
But Zeke just winked and said, "In Zeke we trust."
He built a toaster with uranium toast—
Now he's hauntin' the hills like a radioactive ghost!
He's gone what?!
Radioactive!
He's gone what?!
Hair lit up like a candelabra!
He kicked the what?!
Booted the bucket, blew up his latrine!
Old Doc Zeke—
Now he's part of the weather machine!
You hear a hum on the midnight air…
That's Zeke…
Still brewin' tea in the ionosphere.
He's gone what?!
Full-on atomic!
He's gone what?!
Glowin' like tonic!
He kicked the what?!
That bunker-lovin' bucket!
Old Doc Zeke—
Blew his lid, man! Buck buck bucket!