A proton stream
A frightful fling
It traps a ghost
In cagey thing

And, indeed, I wondered
‘Bout atomic gale
Could it end my future
Send me through the veil

“Do believe in danger.”
Something Egon always said to me
I believed in danger
So I kept this safety tip decree

“Don’t seek extremes.
Don’t cross the streams.”

We snared the things
So indiscreet
To tell the truth
We torched a suite

Then this confrontation
Came and broke the cage
Rushed into Manhattan
Ghost and ghoulish rage

We believed in danger
Something bad was loosed upon the street
We believed in danger
Then our mayor came and said to we

“It’s bad in Queens.
I’ve called Marines.
On you, I’m keen.
I trust the streams.”

A siren scream
Up stair to see
This ancient god
With doggie team

Then a tasty wonder
On a massive scale
Stomped upon the churches
Evil might pre-vail

We did see the danger
Sugar man crushed everything in street
We assessed the danger
From Egon, the words were short and sweet

“We’ve got machines.
Let’s cross the streams.
Might toast our genes.
Let’s cross the streams.