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Well, we had a lot of luck on Venus
We always had a ball on Mars
We're meeting all the groovy people
We've rocked the Milky Way so far
We danced around with Borealis
We're space truckin' round the the stars
Weather Report likes Van Gogh because the brush strokes look like a weather report
The day you people realise that nudity doesn't equal sexuality is the day I'll know peace