To the moon, a real baboon,
Who knew they'd figure it out.
Leftovers for humanity, a little shitty,
Their rocket is built very stout.
Cocks in our ass, plenty of trapped gas,
Our balls retract in fright.
We knew all along, their schlong was long,
But who knew they'd mastered space flight.
Sick I am, eating fermented yam,
I don't really know what to do.
Situation like this, I fill a tub with piss,
Sit witless wet, just like a hopeless who.
