Lyrics Victory In Space - Good Rats

Victory In Space

Let the fat man chase you 'round
Skin and bones he’s still a pig
And the worst is your own kind
Wearing pants like Mr. Big
Sammy takes too much himself
Entenmann’s are always stale
And when you say that you are happy
Polygraph says you’re in jail
Ladies of the universe
Ladies of the world
We’ll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home
You’ll have your memories of victory in space
You can try it that way here
But the John might be the heat
And the bread you keep from Sam
Can’t be kept from Poppa Pete
Do it my way and you’ll serve
Only Captains of the fleet
Do it your way and you’re going
Back to 42nd Street
Ladies of the universe
Ladies of the world
We’ll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home
You’ll have your memories of victory in space
Jet set guy can fly your love
From Great Neck to Frisco Bay
But no one else can romance you
100 million miles away
Ladies of the universe
Ladies of the world
We’ll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home
Ladies of the universe
Ladies of the world
We’ll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home
Ladies of the universe
Ladies of the world
We’ll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home
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