Get ready for the Blast Off!
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And don't forget the Hype!
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We're going into space.
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Distinguished scientists
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A pesky senator
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And monkey turds leaking from the lab
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All brought to us play-by-play by Howard Cosell
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You're going where no man has gone before
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Because we owe you some favors
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And besides you're bright
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A little too bright
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Step one:
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Senator, your vomit,
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It's time to analyze it
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For the folks back home
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Open the hatch, launch the war satellite
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That the commies aren't supposed to know about
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Our real challenge is to keep it a secret
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From the press back home
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You're going where no man has gone before
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Don't ask us where that is-we have no idea
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You're chosen for this great mission
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Because you're hearty and strong
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And make a lot of fuss
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Especially around us
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We like you better when you're far away
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Have you noticed?
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You're gong the wrong direction
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We have,
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But that's your problem
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We planned it that way
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We had to dispose of all of you so
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We can spoil the final frontier
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How dare you question our Star Wars plans
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For the farce that they are?
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You're going where no man has gone before
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For rocking the boat
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In our temple of doom
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You're on a one-way ticket to Pluto
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We wash our hands
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Of you and your lost Ark
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Don't forget to write: NO NO NO NO NO
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NO NO NO NO NO
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NO NO NO NO NO
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NO
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One-Way Ticket To Pluto
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Dead Kennedys |