It�fs Thunderbirds come true today
Aboard the gleaming, thrumming Mole
It�fs got a screw that turns in front
that makes a bloody great deep hole
The Centre of the Earth no less
We�fre off! But first to Crystal Cave
A million glistening shards await
Like gewjaws in a Pharaoh�fs grave
We burrow on through seams of coal
No-smoking signs turn on inside
Please fasten seat belts. Wine or tea?
No windows, but enjoy the ride
The captain�fs voice booms out �gAhoy!�h
We've reached the mantle, viscous stuff
It�fs hot. Don�ft worry, coolers on
Let�fs hope they�fll work for long enough
Now molten metal, hotter still
Then solid core, it�fs time to dine
The Centre of the Earth at last!
We�fre weightless, God! Mind that damn wine!