Oh give me a home, where those Sleestak guys roam
With a zombie-like gait while they hiss.
If I have to leave, then I surely will grieve;
My friend Dopey the Dino I'll miss.

Land, Land of the Lost;
We were whitewater rafting and then
A sudden earthquake made reality shake,
And we may never see home again.

Where the pylons are gold and weather's controlled
By the strange glowing crystals inside,
Just moving them 'round in the tables, we found,
Causes lightning and floods and landslides.

Land, Land of the Lost;
Roaring dinosaurs keep us awake
But the Sleestak of gold - he's Enik, I'm told -
Is a really nice guy, for a snake.

When mean green Sleestak launch a crossbow attack,
There is really no cause for alarm.
Their aim is so bad that it's easy for Dad
To keep Holly and Will safe from harm.

Land, Land of the Lost
Where the claymation dinosaurs play;
Where Chaka's a hoot, though he's much too hirsute
And he babbles his nonsense all day.

When Marty and Sid made this show for us kids
Oh, their genius was easy to see.
It didn't look real, but it had much appeal
In the seventies, at least to me.

Land, Land of the Lost;
All three seasons are on DVD,
Which my kids tried to view, hoping they'd enjoy too,
But they groaned and turned off the TV.