

(ooh-wah, ooh-wah, shooby-doo-wop)
Welcome to the neighborhood,
the lawns are cut so neat
With pretty pastel houses on a quiet little street
But don't you look too closely
at the family next door
They're made of plastic,
head to toe, standing on the floor
(mm-hmm) Oh, we're moving to Nuketown,
under sunny skies Where the countdown timer starts and the siren cries
Hold your darlin' tight before the whistle blows That's just the way
the story goes (boom-ba-boom)
There's a yellow school bus
sitting in the center lane
And a moving truck that's empty in the autumn rain
Run inside the bedroom,
climb up to the second floor
Keep your eyes on the backyard and lock the yellow door
Ten, nine, eight, the clock is ticking fast We knew this perfect
little street
could never last (tick tock,
tick tock)
Oh, we're moving to Nuketown,
under sunny skies Where the countdown timer starts and the siren cries
Hold your darlin' tight before the whistle blows That's just the way
the story goes (boom-ba-boom)
Goodbye to the kitchen,
goodbye to the lawn When the bright flash comes,
we'll all
be gone (ooh-wah, ooh-wah)
(goodnight, Nuketown...)