Space Shanty

Drummond, Franklin, Pulkrabek
© 2007 Reeling From The Stitch (ASCAP)

O, the whiskey is floatin’
Won’t stay in me glass
I’m weightless and spinning and drunk off me ass
Oh,the whiskey is floatin in a sphere o’er me head
If we don’t clear this wormhole we’ll surely be dead

So reach for the whiskey, boys
Reach for the stars
They won’t stop us drinkin’ on Venus or Mars
So reach for the whiskey, boys
Reach for the sky
‘fore the vaccumn of space sucks the bottles all dry!

O, 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 drinkin’ on Venus or Mars
So reach for the whiskey, boys
Reach for the sky
‘fore the vaccumn of space sucks the bottles all dry!

Alone in the cockpit I gaze at the stars
I drink and 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!

So reach for the whiskey, boys
Reach for the stars
They won’t stop us drinkin’ on Venus or Mars
So reach for the whiskey, boys
Reach for the sky
‘fore the vaccumn of space sucks the bottles all dry!