Oh-oh-oh
Sylvia was struck by lightning
while reading in bed one night
She'd left the windows open,
and the storm caught her by surprise
For days she lay still as stone
hooked to pumps and tubes
Then out her window, the street lights flashed
and at last her fingers moved
She awoke to a cacophony
of electric and radio waves
Pulsing rays of energy
falling from outer space
Oh-oh-oh
High in swaying towers,
down in basements full of dust
She could not escape the static
or the sixty cycle hum
She wore dark-tinted spectacles
several fur-lined capes
Three pairs of velvet gloves
a veil of dotted swiss
But all the Earth's vibrations
still pounded through her ears
So she packed a steamer trunk
and flew a prop plane to Belize
Oh-oh-oh
From there a log raft took her
over raging waterfalls
Deep within uncharted jungle
where giant caterpillars crawl
They spun their silk around her
a cocoon beneath the trees
And still she hangs there swaying
deep within the dripping leaves
Keeping time with every rumble,
every quiver of the Earth
And she slowly changes shape
with the turning of the world
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh