Lightning Was Striking Your Tent (Lightnin' Strikes, Lou Christie / Twyla Herbert)

"Look, maybe you should move down the beach, just for tonight. That way I can fix it - make some improvements."
- Desmond, Every Man For Himself


In season three, Charlie practically had to drag a confession out of Desmond regarding his strange activities. Here, to the tune of Lou Christie's Lightnin' Strikes, I imagine Desmond trying to tip off a rather unreceptive Charlie a bit earlier as Smokey tosses out taunts in the distance.

Lightning Was Striking Your Tent

Desmond: Listen to me, Charlie. Accept it if you can.
(Smokey: Charlie, you’re doomed.)
Desmond: I’ve got bad news. I hope you take it like a man.
(Smokey: Charlie, you’re doomed.)
Desmond: Listen to me, Charlie. Don’t let it get you down.
(Smokey: Charlie, you’re doomed.)
Desmond: You should be all right just as long as I’m around.

Destiny wants you dead, so you must heed my warnings, friend.
It’s time you knew what these strange signs portend.

You'll learn a lot from this burly Scot.
(Charlie: What?)
Desmond: What I saw
(Charlie: What?)
Desmond: Ought to drop your jaw.
Lightning was striking your tent!
Lightning was striking your tent!

I don’t understand this any more than you.
(Smokey: Charlie, you’re doomed.)
Desmond: Believing in flashes is peculiar and new.
(Smokey: Charlie, you’re doomed.)
Desmond: I’d advise you paying close attention to me.
(Smokey: Charlie, you’re doomed.)
Desmond: I’ll do the seeing, Charlie. What’ll it be?

You might think I’m odd. I don’t care. Brother, move your hut
Or bad things will come, and I’ve already told you what.

Soon the weather will get rough. This is not a bluff.
(Charlie: What?)
Desmond: What I saw
(Charlie: What?)
Desmond: Ought to drop your jaw.
Lightning was striking your tent!
Lightning was striking down your tent,
Which I’m meant to prevent like a gent!
(Smokey: Charlie, you’re doomed.
Charlie, you’re doomed.
Charlie, you’re doomed.)
Desmond: Lightning was striking your tent!
Lightning was striking your tent!

I feel awkward now, you know,
Talking crazy and playing God.
Please don’t make me go
Turn a club to a lightning rod.

If you’re not fond of pain and you value your brain,
(Charlie: What?)
Desmond: What I saw
(Charlie: What?)
Desmond: Ought to drop your jaw.

Lightning was striking your tent!
Yeah, lightning was striking down your tent,
Which I’m meant to prevent like a gent!
Charlie, lightning was striking your tent,
Which I’m meant to prevent like a gent!