Listen up, wasteland wanderers and swing-streaked sweethearts! We’ve finally tracked down the sheet music and the static-heavy recordings of the Atomic Sisters’ latest chart-topper. It’s a toe-tapper, a finger-snapper, and a geiger-counter-cracker.
The Man, The Myth, The Mutation
Before he became a “part of the weather machine,” Old Doc Zeke was just your average neighbor. If your average neighbor lived in a rusted-out van and harvested fungus wine from the wheel wells.
They say Zeke didn’t just embrace the Atomic Age; he marinated in it. While the rest of us were hiding under school desks, Zeke was winking at the fallout and making tea with radium dust. “In Zeke we trust,” he’d say, right before his toaster started glowing bright enough to read the Sunday funnies by.
The Final Blast
The song captures that fateful moment when Doc Zeke finally kicked the bunker bucket. He didn’t just pass away; he achieved Total Harmonic Resonance. One minute he’s brewing a pot of ionosphere-blend Earl Grey, and the next? BOOM. Nothin’ but static.
If you look up at the midnight sky and see a strange, neon-green hum in the clouds… that’s just Zeke. He’s still haunting the hills, a radioactive ghost with a killer harmony.
OLD DOC ZEKE’S GONE RADIOACTIVE
by: Atomic Sisters
Old Doc Zeke was a quiet man,
Lived alone in a rusted van.
Grew fungus wine and pickled rats
Had a beard like a tumble of dryer-lint cats!
He’s gone what?!
Radioactive!
He’s gone what?!
Glowed clean outta his jacket!
He kicked the what?!
Kicked the bunker bucket!
Old Doc Zeke-
Boom! Nothin’ but static!
They said “Don’t mix your tea with radium dust
But Zeke just winked and said, “In Zeke we trust.”
He built a toaster with uranium toasts
Now he’s hauntin’ the hills like a radioactive ghost!
He’s gone what?!
Radioactive!
He’s gone what?!
Hair lit up like a candelabra!
He kicked the what?!
Booted the bucket, blew up his latrine!
Old Doc Zeke-
Now he’s part of the weather machine!
You hear a hum on the midnight air
That’s Zeke-
Still brewin’ tea in the ionosphere.
He’s gone what?!
Full-on atomic!
He’s gone what?!
Glowin’ like tonic!
He kicked the what?!
That bunker-lovin’ bucket!
Old Doc Zeke-
Blew his lid, man! Buck buck bucket!