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Don't Panic by Robert Wynne and Jeffrey Williams Music: "Pink Houses" by John Mellencamp © 1999 Well there's an ad man in his bathrobe Living in his dreary world They built a new bypass right up to his front door And you know he's not feeling so good Then his old friend, down from Guilford Says "Arthur, there's no where to hide, Let's go have ourselves a couple of drinks at the pub and talk and then we'll catch a ride Come roam the Galaxy along with meWell there's a Vogon, he's a captain Writing down his Vogon poetry He's got greasy skin, never smiles And you know -- he doesn't like strangers So he threw them in the airlock Said they would never grow old Kinda cold and lonely floating round in outerspace But then came the Heart of Gold (chorus)There's a strange man, on Magrathea, building a brand new planet, oh He signed his name into a giant glacial mass and he says he made the fjords in Oslo And there's robots, and there's white mice But they ain't no big deal Cause there's crazy guards baby And they will shoot, and shoot, and shoot to kill (chorus)
The creative process is a funny thing. I was driving home from work late one night when John Mellancamp's "Pink Houses" came on the radio. When I heard the line about the black man with "an interstate running through his front yard", I thought of poor Arthur Dent in the Hitchhiker's series, and this song came out. The scansion's a bit odd in the chorus, but it works the way I do it.
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