To Steal A Space Traveller
(Lyrics: Moorcock, A. Bouchard;
Music: Bainbridge, A. Bouchard, J. Bouchard, Falcone, McKella, Moorcock, Pustelnik, Shaw)

Albert Bouchard: Chorus Vocals, Backing Vocals, “Stop Thief”
Joe Bouchard: Lead Vocals
Harvey Bainbridge: Synths (Wind, Machines, Arpeggiators)
Don Falcone: Chorus Vocals, Keyboards, Electronic Percussion,
Greg McKella: Guitars
Michael Moorcock: Backing Vocals
Ken Pustelnik: Drums
Adrian Shaw: Bass Guitar

Air car hovers
Above Lake Billy the Kid
Most ancient landmark
A Lady lives up under its bed

To steal a space traveller…
mmm… mmm…
To steal a space traveller
To steal…

Below the Lake
The revels in full swing
A hundred closest friends
Noisy chaotic partying

Jherek has no trouble
He slips away from the fray
To Lady Charlotina’s caverns
And finds Yusharisp straight away 

To steal a space traveller…

Jherek tells him he liked his speech
At the party the other day
The space traveller is confused
His speech a warning meant to sway

To steal a space traveller…

Thinking quickly
Jherek says he meant refreshing
The spaceman repeats his message
Jherek offers to secure his escape

As they leave they catch the eye
Of Lady Charlotina -- undressed
Floating in her force hammock
Having sex with the last scientist

“Who is that with you,” she asks
Jherek says “My new specimen
He is a time traveller
From long ago, a Piltdown Man”
(from long ago)

Now there comes explanations
When he arrived and how he speaks
What he knows and how he got here
What kind of time machine

Yusharisp has had enough
He scampers to the tunnel
Leading away from the cavern
Jherek running…

To steal a space traveller…

Shooting through the sky
Dragging Yusharisp
Into the locomotive
To the giant and quick

“Stop,” the Lady cried
“Stop thief”

Jherek feels his knees grow weak
On a wave most exquisite

“Will there be trouble?” says Yusharisp
Jherek answers, “Yes, I think so”
“Why do you do this for me?”
“For Love”

“For greater (skree skree skree) love,
as we (roar)
Say on our planet, hath (skree skree)
No man’s (skree) ryof, chio, lar, oof”
“It must be untranslatable”

“Stop, stop, stop… stop thief”