(Don’t talk to ME about the opening. I’ll tell YOU about the opening…)

Forty-two, forty-two, forty-two, forty-two,
Forty-two, forty-two, Slarty knew, forty-two,
Forty-two, hearty crew, forty-two, forty-proof, forty…

{Small lumb, O beDRUNGled, postulant…
All grump, in a RUG of armpit-scent…
Big dump, is an UGly Arthur Dent…}

{Gargle-gargle-BLAST, in a gargle-gargle-BLAST, gargle-gargle-BLAST, in a…
Gargle-gargle-BLAST, gargle-gargle-BLAST, in a gargle-gargle-BLAST,
Gargle-gargle…}

{Some TEAAAA, nutri…
Some TEAAAA, nutri…
Some…}

{HI, HELLO, my name is Prefect}

…Then there’s this match, Krikkit over at Lords underpants
…About the shortage of brains in Vogon liars

{Oh, hello, you have good reflex
Some TEAAAA, forty…
Oh, hello, here’s a book, read it}

{I slump, but he LOOKS so innocent…
That stump, with a BOOK he can get bent…}

Every one of them blew and as time went by I’d
Feel a little more starvin’ and a little more Marvin but…
It’s all the same drink, many measures of lemon-y old janx spirit…

{The ump, he thinks Zaphod’s president…
Dude, you frood…}

Don’t bother Trillian, Tricia McMillan was leaving…
Zaphod’s a guy…
Heart of Mold…
…Bistro flew…
I’ve got this rain all over me and…

{I think galaxy…
Is so mad at me…
Why’d it have to be…
Marvin saddens me…}

Guns, show emotions to them (…) Please, Earth, don’t leave, I feel sick
There was one party and in flight I fought THOR,
And ultimately…

{Fish, nice, why don’t you eat it
But why, time is repeated
SOME TEAAA, FOR ME….
Look mice, I have foreseen it

HAHA!!!

Fell down
Slarty…
Then I pay with credit…
All my debts
I’m a hitchhiker
Who wouldn’t lie…

{FOR MEEEEE, OH PLEASE…
Oh, no, thought has been deepened}

Great time to be a sofa

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

{BUN-NIES…
HARE IS RECEDING…}

HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Aaarrggh!!!
Aarrggh!!!

Forty-two, forty-two

Fenchurch, no
I’ll save you though

{Za-Zaphod - he’s odd
Za-Zaphod’s - hot rod
Za-Zaphod – bipod
Za-Zaphod – two hods}

Forty-two, forty-two, forty-two,
Forty-two, forty-two, Slarty knew,
Forty-two, hearty crew, forty-two… (SHOULD BE AT AROUND 2:10)

{DON’T BEEEEEEEEEE
AFRAAAAAAID!}

They’re all slaves, party on, band

Hate them slavin’ ape-men
Depressing is Marvin
Went into decline – I did

{Eddy, stop being so annoying…
I’m afraid I can’t do that, Dave…}

It's okay because now let’s dine, how probable...

Babel fish, is my wish
CREDIT and FORGET IT

Forty-two, forty-two ...

Ship! Skip! Trip! Sliiip! Riiiiiiiiip…

Losing my griiiiiiiiiiiiiiip…

Screwed, Forty-two, forty…

...don't start boozing it
booze, food, see it's on your plate
Insults the WHOLE thing
It makes sense, PREFECT!

{Band of guys…
Pulverize…
Rocking skies…
Bunker-size…}

...In his ship, just a blip
... Bagger WOW

Most Best, Worst Dressed, is President

I think it’s six times seven, aha...

That’s forty two…

... try inebriation

Arthur, Dent-y Phil

Hotblack, he’s got back

Forty-two, forty-two...

{Small lumb, O beDRUNGled, postulant…
All grump, in a RUG of armpit-scent…
Big dump, is an UGly Arthur Dent…}

To fall without hitting you’ll try, distract
As the head-bruises are probably no fun
You really can try, as you try to find Stavros…
Showed a sign displaying, and it said ‘Don’t Go’ in neon lights,
But Don’t Panic, though
Oh, RIGHT!
Message on fire and his answer for the blame
This tea sucks and I feel winded
But you know I’m dizzy
Someone hit me…

Forty-two, forty-proof, forty-blew...

(At around 4:20, a ripple in time appears, breaks the song, the composer and the rest of the universe into little packing peanuts, and uses them to ship a spaceship with no packing slip, which, clearly, stops the song. I don’t really know how anyone is reading this, or how I wrote it. Better off happy than right, RIGHT? Gotta hate those plural sectors…)