TERRY NATION

by Tom Forsyth

On the plane the other day, listening to a new Ozzy Osbourne album ("Ozzmosis" - newly bought, not newly released), a certain song fell right into filk. Like they do sometimes. So here it is.

The original is entitled "Perry Mason". And apologies for the scan in some places (but it's no worse than the source material). If you don't know the tune, try:

This sounds site. For a sample. Enjoy.

Tom Forsyth

Terry Nation

apologies to Ozzy Osbourne, Zakk Wylde and John Purdell.

Searching for some evil: that the Doctor has to halt.
Eating in the canteen: and he reaches for the salt.
The shape of it inspires him: to create a brutal foe,
And an egg-whisk and sink plunger: made the Daleks that we know.

I can't find
Science fiction on the telly,
Blows my mind.
And I'd watch it my friend
Over and over again.

Who can we get on the case?
We need Terry Nation.
Someone to take us to space.
Calling Terry Nation
Again.
Again.

Take some desperados: of an interstellar kind.
Ship them to a planet: where they'll all be doing time.
Escaping in a cool ship: that they find floating around.
With a telepath and fishtank: they're the blackest bunch in town.

I just find
Studded leather kinda sexy.
Ruthless mind.
And we'll watch him, us fen.
Over and over again.

Who'll put some cowboys in space?
We need Terry Nation.
Someone with plot, style and pace.
Calling Terry Nation
Again.
Again.

Make me a Survivor,: tell me I'm alright.
There's a few of us still standing: from a plague spread overnight.
How much can we salvage?: Can we put the world to rights?

[guitar solo]

And I'll watch you, my friend.
Over and over again.

Who can we get on the case?
We need Terry Nation.
Someone to take us to space.
Calling Terry Nation
Again.
Again.
Again.

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