You know I hear a lot of talk

So I'm headed for the stereo store

To get a white noise maker and turn it up to ten

Or maybe the interior

Of somewhere like Siberia

Yeah, the yak is back again

Like harvest moon o'er my head

Yes, it was

That billboard prose shining on me

And it shines because

It's been so long since my Telstar

I hope it crashes in the sea

Or maybe the interior

Of somewhere like Siberia

Yakety-yak is back again