-> "Lost In Outer Space"
Original Song Title:
"All About That Bass"
Parody Song Title:
"Lost In Outer Space"
The Lyrics
A while ago
I launched to outer space
Outer space, no trouble
I longed to find a place
Find a place to settle
It turned out that my fate
That my fate was trouble
Got lost in outer space
Outer space, space, space, space, space
Of my air, got spare, I'll need that 02
Alien stations, stations, keep some on hand, it's true
I thought I was doomed, doomed bein' stuck in space
But not all aliens want to eat faces
A translator machine (ah-ah) got offered at one stop (ah-ah)
What's still a tad unclear why, up my nose, it pops
And the first sentence, sentence (ah-ah) that I heard was
"You know, that pink thing would taste perfect roasted with Martian hot sauce"
Since I was young, I always wanted to fly to the ski-ies (shoo-wop-wop, sha-oo-wop-wop)
Though I'd hoped that it would be more Star Trek, less Fi-irefly-y (more Star Trek, uh, more Star Trek)
And although I've found some hot alien babes that I can ca-a-a-all (shoo-wop-wop, sha-oo-wop-wop)
Still wonder if I'm ever gonna make it home at a-a-a-all
Because you know I'm
Lost in outer space
Outer space, it's trouble
I'm stuck in outer space
Outer space, real trouble
So lost in outer space
Outer space, big trouble
I'm lost in outer space
Outer space, hey
I sure could use a ma-ap
And a phaser for when those Prits atta-a-ack
That's a race that have eyes on their ba-ack
Are they friendly? Hell nah
They're more nasty than that rocket fuel that I mistook for pop
On these alien worlds, can't tell what's plant and what's ali-ive (shoo-wop-wop hey, sha-oo-wop-wop)
So I've had to let my vegetarianism sli-ide (once only veggies, uh, now more than veggies)
I've changed ships seventeen times, some were broken, some I just lo-o-o-ost (shoo-wop-wop, sha-oo-wop-wop) (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
But in all my travels, yet to see that old green-blue ba-a-a-all (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Prefer not to be
Lost in outer space
Outer space, it's trouble
Seems ev'ry other race (ooh-ooh)
Other race wants trouble
They want to eat my face (yeah-eah, yeah-eah, yeah-eah)
Eat my face, that's trouble (he-e-e-e-e-ey)
Still lost in outer space
Outer space (that blo-o-ows)
I've mentioned pros while
Lost in outer space
Outer space, they're little
The few alien friends I've made
Friends I've made are brittle (oh-oh)
End up as piles of waste
Piles of waste, not subtle
Those stupid thugs in outer space
Outer spa-ace (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
So many things I've
Found in outer space
Outer space, like tribbles
Those things have got a tangy taste
Tangy taste like Skittles, oh
Still lost in outer space
Outer space, and it'll (still stuck in outer sp-a-ace)
Be my home for all of my days
All my da-ays (I'll always be in space, stuck in space)
Hey, hey, hey-ee-yeah-ee oh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I think it's been ten days
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh
Hahaha
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