Now somewhere in the dark plural zones of this sector
There lived a dull man named Arthur P. Dent
And one day his woman ran off with a Beeblebrox
Showed her where his ship was docked, Arthur didn't like that
He said "I wanna have some tea"
Then one day he hitched on a ship
Took himself a trip with a towel to grip

Arthur P. Dent, was one simple gent’
Looking to find peace and quiet
Arthur’s friend Ford, he helped him aboard
The Heart made of Gold, with its pilot

The pilot it stocks, Zaphod Beeblebrox,
Had stolen this girl while space dartin’
Her name was McMill’ and she called herself Trill’
And she was the nicest to Marvin

Now Marvin the ‘droid, well he’s paranoid
And also too smart to be steady
The doors would all sigh, as you passed them by
And a friendly voice came straight from Eddie

Now crew and their ship – through space-time they’d skip
While Arthur collapsed into madness

D'do, do, do...
(During this break, there’s a montage of different events from the first three books)

Now when Arthur came to, thought ‘forty-two’
And proceeded to see Slartibartfast
He said “Arthur I did the coast”
And Arthur said, "Slart, there’s no need to boast
I’d like to see it, like to see it
Slart, assuming there’s no bypass”

And now Arthur P. Dent, he had seen the extent
How space and time are erratic
Good thing he looked, at that popular book
That said on the back ‘DO NOT PANIC’, ahhhh, yeah yeah

D'do, do, do (c'mon Arthur boy)

That's the story of Arthur P. Dent