Lyrics

Late last night while wishing on a star down from the sky came a man in a car he said "Get in, Jackson come on let's go for a ride outta sight." Sitting in the cockpit strapped down in a chair I said, "Hey, tell me what's that over there?" he said, "Meet my computer." he's a friendly son of a gun and we're having fun. Playing cards on Venus in a cloudy room pass a glass of ammonia, I got to get off soon sunbathin' on Mercury or jammin' on Jupiter which do you prefer? It's getting pretty late, I got to go home nice to have met you, what's your telephone? maybe soon I'll call you if I can afford the fare it's long distance out there. Anus of Uranus, he's a friend of mine he's a first-rate party and a real fine time Anus of Uranus, he's a friend of mine he's a first-rate party and a real fine time.
Writer(s): David Edward Long Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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