Woke up this morning a million years ago.nMy head is spinning don’t know where to go.nSlipped and slided into a dimensional doornNow all I hear is them dinosaur roars.nThe trees are plastic and the sky’s a messnI’m feeling spastic and I can’t repress itnnSlow-motion lizard-zombies hiss and creep.nSo I better move my feet.nYeah, I better move my feet.nnI got tossed into the Land of the LostnIn the Land of the Lost I’m tossednAnd I gotta get back, gotta get backnBut I got tossed into the Land of the LostnIn the Land of the Lost I’m tossednAnd I gotta get back gotta get back gotta getnnTo the Lost City, it’s so itty-bittynAnd the bubbling brew of strangenessnRearranges while sustaining thisnSuspended animation I’m in a statenOf bad ClaymationnIt’s a Krofft producednDrug inducednStyrofoam vacationnnWith a kick back Dopey giving me a ridenAnd a hairy little Clint Howard by my sidenHiding in the lizard’s Pylon tonDefeat their weak attacknSo I’m cranking up my Marshal Sleeztacks nto the maxnWhile I ROCK!nnIn the Land of the LostnIn the Land of the Lost I rocknAnd I’m never going back never going backnCause now I rock in the Land of the LostnIn the Land of the Lost I rocknAnd I’m never going back,nnever going back nnever leave.nnNow I’m controlling everythingnWith the Lite-Brite set I’m the lizard king.nHolly’s getting busy, Chaka’s always sauced.nNo need to come and find menIn the Land of the Lost.