The population is greatly decreased.
And now the odds are greatly increased,
that I may someday get a chance
to kiss your lips.
I thank the lo-o-ord each day
for the apocalypse.
Folks are mostly disfigured or dead,
but sugar, I wont let it go to my head.
My mama's face has dripped down into the dirt.
But I'm still chasin' chitlins, whiskey and skirt.
Here's the song on youtube: https://youtu.be/lnD82Xh3ctsDuring the pandemic lockdown, David Bowie's son Duncan Jones wrote a screenplay adaptation of Full Throttle:
https://www.dropbox.com/s/ojb9zaplszjcp63/FULL THROTTLE -for all.pdf