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- Oh the whiskey is floating, won’t stay in me 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’ll surely be dead.
- Chorus:
- 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.
- We’ll party where no one has partied before.
- (Chorus)
- Alone in the cockpit I gaze at the stars,
- I drink and I think of my home (He thinks of his home) (I think 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.
- (Chorus)
- (Chorus)
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