Charlie Buckett, Cosmonaut – Finky Binks – hellodamage.com

CHARLIE BUCKET; COSMONAUT

Outer space, no limit to my acceleration

The space between time and mind needs no explanation

Check, «One two three!» for the verification

No more contact with off-world intergalactic space station

It’s time for re-formation, from human to antelope

I’ve been bamboozled by a mutant isotope

Charlie bucket, cosmonaut

I change controls on my glass elevator

Escape velocity, maybe I’ll see you later

Built a house on a moon crater

Maybe I won’t invite you over cus you’re a hater

Right now I gotta drink Tang with Chuck Yeager

Eatin’ a bowl fulla Count Chocula inside of a nebula

I’m serious

Go on a drag race with Galactus

The fool always cheats

And I hear he jacks beats from planets that he eats

Intergalactic poser

In a supernova

Experiencing a meltdown of epic magnitude

Even Carl Sagan’s sayin’ I’m the dude

«Daisy, Daisy»¦.»

My days in space are lazy

I’m starting to go crazy

Space monkey bloated chunky

Smellin skunky

Horse pucky

«This is Ground Control to Charlie Bucket»¦»

open those pod bay doors

my body’s covered in sores

turn up the heating cores

can’t lay down upon the floors

because of the gravity

this interplanetary space travel can drive me to insanity

Shooting stars, shooting stars

I’m on my way to mars

Space, the last remenant

Of the human race

I’m indigent

Super hobo millennium transvestite cosmonaut

Making pornos for aliens just like Kurt Vonnegut

Yeah, slaughterhouse five

Holograms now on sale

With me and a cybernetic Marlyn Quayle

With telescopic esophagus

She could take on Mr. Snuffaluffigus

Ahh, look but don’t touch

I’ll put that pseudopod in a crutch

Cus I had enough-o-this

How can I do a lap dance when you ain’t even got a lap, punk?