Are you wearing space pants?
Well,
your virtue may be imperilled
Because
wearing those pants
Your
arse is out of this world
Are you wearing space pants?
Well,
your virtue may be imperilled
Because
wearing those pants
Your
arse is out of this world
If you want to have a Space party
You
should get NASA to “planet”
But
even if they agree, their party,
I just got lost in thought
I’m sorry but that’s my story
Now
you might well scoff
As it was unfamiliar territory
After many years of trying
And
years of deep space flying
After
journeying across the stars
We
finally land a man on Mars
He
begins his walk at sunrise
And
then he finds to his surprise
After
exploring near and far
A thin man ran
Makes
a large stride
Left
planet
Pins
flag on moon
On
to Mars
NASA spent millions of U.S. dollars
Developing
a ballpoint to write in space
But
the Russians saved their money
And
used an ordinary pencil in its place
I heard about the Claustrophobic astronaut Who wanted some space