You’ll be a clone when you’ve “seen the light.”
Nothing you say will be sounding right.

Bye-bye, so long, farewell,
Bye-bye, so long

See you’re a sect member,
See you’re in mind-smothered crew,

There you are, saying “bye” to cerebration. . .
Wallet vacation—they take your dough away.
We had good times, I remember:
You got stranger, as one who’s with Moon in love.

Now I see you’re a sect member,
I’ve lost you. Whatcha thinkin’ of?!
(Now in a daze with a brainwashed crew,
Now lost the power your brain gave to you)

Bye-bye, so long, farewell,
Bye-bye, so long.

We had good times, I remember.
You got stranger; now you’re doomed ’cause you’re part of
A creepy group, a sect member,
I’ve lost you—groupthink’s your new love.

Now on you drone ’bout “seeing the light.”
All that you parrot gives me a fright.

Creep me (bye-bye, so long, farewell)
Out, sect member (bye-bye, so long, farewell)
You’re hopeless; I
See you’re (bye-bye, so long, farewell)
A sect member (bye-bye, so long, farewell)

Well, maybe I’ll
Be too (my, my—so wrong. Oh well!)
A sect member (bye-bye was wrong. . .so swell!)