[Verse 1] The dinos were chillin’, just livin’ their way Eatin’ some leaves, takin’ naps all day Then one T-rex ran up, yellin’ loud and mean, “SOMETHING’S FALLIN’ FROM THE SKY—AND IT LOOKS PRETTY CLEAN!” (Short drum fill—bah-DAH!) [Chorus] 🎶 OH NO! OH NO! THE METEOR’S COMIN’ FAST! WE GOT NO PLAN, WE GOT NO ROCKETS, AND WE MIGHT NOT LAST! OH NO! OH NO! IT’S HEADIN’ RIGHT FOR OUR FEET! WHO KNEW EXTINCTION COULD LOOK SO NEAT? 🎶 (Guitar lick—drummer goes nuts on the hi-hat.) [Verse 2] A Triceratops shouted, “LET’S BUILD A WALL!” A Velociraptor yelled, “THAT WON’T HELP AT ALL!” The Stegosaurus said, “WHAT IF WE DIG A HOLE?” Then he tripped on his tail and fell like a fool (Ba-da-da-da, bass walk-down!) [Chorus] 🎶 OH NO! OH NO! THE METEOR’S COMIN’ FAST! WE CAN’T INVENT A SPACESHIP—‘CAUSE SCIENCE AIN’T BUILT TO LAST! OH NO! OH NO! THIS AIN’T A DRILL OR A GAME! SOMEBODY CALL A WIZARD OR A GUY WHO KNOWS FLAMES! 🎶 (Short break—drums go wild, like Keith Moon showing off.) [Bridge] (Slower, dramatic, like a “last hope” moment.) Maybe, just maybe… we can push it away Or send a Brontosaurus up into space Maybe we could just… you know… walk real far? Oh wait, IT’S EVERYWHERE! WE’RE ALL GONNA STAR— (Drummer smashes the kit—full energy returns!) [Final Chorus] (Everything explodes into classic ‘60s rock chaos—harmonies, big drum fills, wild guitars.) 🎶 OH NO! OH NO! THE METEOR’S TOO DARN BIG! WE SPENT TOO LONG PARTYIN’—NOW IT’S TIME TO DIG! OH NO! OH NO! GUESS IT’S TIME TO GO! SEE YOU IN THE HISTORY BOOKS OR A DINO SHOW! 🎶 (Big, wild outro—guitar goes crazy, drummer throws sticks in the air, and then—sudden stop!) [Ending Spoken Line] (Quiet, deadpan, over a soft guitar strum.) “Hey… do you think tiny mammals will take over after we’re gone?” “Pffft, nah. Too small. Not scary. Not a chance.” 🎶 DUN DUN! (Final drum hit.) 🎶
