LYRICS

THE COWBOY ASTRONAUT OF MOTHER’S DAY

10 (Yee-ha) 9 (Yahoo) 8 (Yee-ha) 7 (Yahoo) 6 (Yee-ha) 5 (Yahoo) 4 We have blast off! Dear Mum, how’s it all going? Gee, I’m real sorry I ain’t wrote you for so long This space mission’s taking longer Than I thought it would I’ll probably be out here for another year or so Say, Mum, it’s really cool in Space But it’s nowhere near as cool As your home-made cooking It was worse enough missing Thanksgiving with you But missing Mother’s Day Makes me really very angry indeed Hey, hey, whaddya say? I’m lost in Space on Mother’s Day Lord, I don’t know what to do Ain’t got you a gift and I feel blue Fee fie foe fum I don’t know what to get you, Mum I’ve only got three Venusian dollar Diddy-bop-boom-bang-a-boom-bang-walla Don’t you worry, I’ll get one soon Gonna pick some cheese up on the moon Gonna climb onto my shuttle’s wings Lasso you one of Saturn’s rings Ding dong, it’s all gone wrong I sold the Moon to the Viet Cong Touching down on second base Three strikes and you’re Outer Space 10 (Yee-ha) 9 (Yahoo) 7 (Yee-ha) 5 (Yahoo) 3 (Yee-ha) 1 (Yahoo) None We have blast off! Dear Mum, yes, it’s me again I’m afraid I’ve got some real Bummer news for you this time I had a chat with NASA Yesterday about the ship They said the tiles have fallen off Or something stupid like that It sounds like a real sissy excuse to me But I’ll probably be out here forever now It’s bad enough not being able To see the Earth again But missing Mother’s Day Makes me want to destroy everything Coke, fries, pecan pies Shot me a Martian through the eyes The Martian died, such a pity Buried his bones in Old Dodge City Change course, get off that horse And drink your rocket fuel, of course Wham, bam, pardon me, Mam Did I kill your ass in Vietnam? Strike one, what have I done? Rode my horse into the sun Hell no, the horse won’t go Gonna fly right home on a UFO Where’s your Mom, Major Tom? Did I blow her up with a nuclear bomb? Pussy and cars, life on Mars Painting stripes on all the stars

Wicky wicky wah wicky wah wah space Mother, Mother, can you hear? I’m charting the final frontier I’ll build an empire in your name Before I boldly go insane Hey, hey, lock me away I’m lost in space on Mother’s Day Old McDonald bought the moon And turned it into a saloon 1, 2, buckle my shoe What do I do if I don’t got you? Catch a Klingon by the toe And send him to Guantanamo Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow Cotton Eye Joe got a low down hoe Naughty Neptune waves his wand Up Uranus and beyond Chill yer ass, I’m doin’ swell In Norman Bates’s Space Motel Just seen Elvis play guitar On Alabamandromeda

Extended ending (from Glamoronica)

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