She was a West End girl
I was a boy from city
Her hair was golden curls
And boy was she pretty

All the guys at the malt shop
Said she’s out my league
But they don’t know
The way she looks at me

I was just a regular guy
Much too shy to even say hi
Then she turned to me and cried

Ooh gimme gimme
(Give it, give it to me)
Gimme that Nut Heat
Gimme gimme gimme
(Things are moving a little fast)
Ooh gimme that Nut Heat
Ooh gimme gimme
(Give it, give it to me)
Ooh gimme that Nut Heat
Gimme gimme gimme
Gimme that Nut Heat
(I guess she likes me)

Now it’s five years later
Me and that girl got married
And you know there were plenty of suitors
Better luck next time, Gary
(Aw, darn it to pieces!)

Couldn’t go to work, couldn’t walk ten feet
Cause of her unquenchable thirst for my hot Nut Heat
She’s my perfect girl
Skiddly bop ah doop-ah deep-ah dop-ah doo bop doo!

300,000 years in the future, long after the age of humankind has ended and the age of machines has begun, the world is controlled by several warring factions of artificial intelligence all in competition to control the precious few natural resources still present on planet Earth. The seas have been poisoned, the skies darkened, and the quest for precious Magnesium has become the dominant pursuit of all known beings on the planet. A rogue battalion of human resistance fighters live underground amidst the few remaining bio-organisms and all have but one energy source remaining: NUT HEAT.

And all the guys at the malt shop! Bop!