Space exploring;, can be a blast
All the planets, are made of gas
The seventh one, it is blue green
But it's more blue than it's green
Summer days driftin' away Gone to space, flyin away
On uh-oh a starry flight

Is it Mars, Is it Mars?
No it is Uranus
Why not Mars, Why not Mars?
Cause it's a candy bar


We'll go flying, and not to camp
Hope my butt, doesn't have cramps
I'd fly for life, orbit around
Eeven the moons, they are all round
There's the sun, flight has begun
But uh-oh those summer nights
To uh-oh to Uranus

Uranus!
Uranus!
And why not Poopiter?
Uranus!
Uranus!
Could I be stupdier?



All the moons were in a parade
Some of them, looked just like lemonade
We'd fly past, all of the rocks
In my butt, please don't put a sock
Flyin' thing, don't need a thing
But sore-in to Uranus!

Uranus! Uranus!
Not just behind your leg
Uranus! Uranus!
It doesn't come in a bag

It was friendly, aliens danced
Well, not endlessly, in the rear end!
It was sweet, not peachy keen
Well, it was blue, ya know what I mean
Rocket heat, in space its sweet
But uh-oh those starry flights

Uranus! Uranus!
Not just on your rear end
Uranus! Uranus!
Any alien ends?
We might see, alien rear ends
One of them, wore some Depends
Then we'll crack, not like some eggs
Wonder what, will happen now
Pants will be, ripped at the seam

But oh, those starry flights
Uranus! Uranus!