
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Space Shanty |
Oh the whiskey is floating won’t stay in ye glass |
I’m weightless and spinning and drunk off me ass |
Oh the whiskey is floating in a sphere o’er me head |
If we don’t clear this wormhole we’re surely be dead |
So reach for the whiskey boys reach for the stars |
They won’t stop us drinking on Venus or Mars |
So reach for the whiskey boys reach for the sky |
For the vacuum of space sucks the bottles all dry |
Oh infinite booty awaits us in space |
We’ll pillage and plunder with fervor and grace |
That’s what my astronomical unit is for |
Let’s party where no one has partied before |
So reach for the whiskey boys reach for the stars |
They won’t stop us drinking on Venus or Mars |
So reach for the whiskey boys reach for the sky |
For the vacuum of space sucks the bottles all dry |
Alone in the cockpit I gaze at the stars |
I drink and I think of my home |
(He thinks of his home) |
Of my home |
Our thrusters are the hottest that you’ve ever felt |
They might just unbuckle your asteroid belt |
We’re honing our moonwalking skills as we speak |
We’ll dance on Uranus by this time next week |
So reach for the whiskey boys reach for the stars |
They won’t stop us drinking on Venus or Mars |
So reach for the whiskey boys reach for the sky |
For the vacuum of space sucks the bottles all dry |