London Yellow
Make a Wish
[Intro]
Infinity
A turn
So grand
No human could possibly imagine
Its incredible scale
Except for one
Location, planet Earth
Lying on a hilltop under the stars
Our hero has a dream
Bigger than the universe itself

[Verse 1]
I'm just a baby boy in this big old world
Of clowns who don't like getting their booty twirled
This world just really isn't the place for me
Wow, a shooting star
I wish, I wish with all my heart
To fly in a spaceship through the stars
And maybe, just maybe, I'll find some ass to eat
Look at that star
It isn't very far
It's getting really loud
I think it's coming down
Look out
[Interlude]
Oh no, fuck
Ow
Fuck
Ooouuchhh
Oh

[Verse 2]
My spaceship crashed, so here I lie
My alien legs are broken and fried
I just might die
Wait, who is that guy?
I'll help you rise, so you can survive
You saved my life, so I can provide
Just hop on side, and I'll give you a ride
Just come with me, and we will find
An ass to eat, as we search through the skies
For space girls (Space girls)
Space girls (I'm lookin' for a space girl)
A space girl, not a Mexican girl
A space girl with a big fat ass

[Outro/Skit: Dalla Dalla & London Yellow]
Watch your step on your way into the ship, old chap
Woah dude, the inside of your spaceship is freakin' nuts
Bong bing, analyzing new passenger
Dalla Dalla, bing bong
Who's the big yellow robot guy?
And how does he know my name?
That was my spaceship's artificial intelligence interface
His program file name is defensive formation and communication bot
So I call him Dickbot ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Hey Dickbot
Add Dalla Dalla to the ship catalogue
I already did that, you big fat bitch
If he's a program, then how can he call you a big fat bitch?
Well he's got a mind of his own
He's a little bit of a fuckin' prick
Hey, fuck you fat
Anyways, my name is Flempopround Shloppy Glambob Shoebill the Third
But you can call me Captain Shoebill (Woah)
Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Captain Shoebill
Where should I set my lightspeed hyperdrive to?
Try somewhere in the 45th quadrant
Hey, shut up, Captain fat-ass!
I wasn't talking to you
Mr. Dalla, where would you like to go?
Wherever I can find the most delicious ass in the galaxy, Dickbot
Most certainly, sir
Setting up my transporters to
Uh, uh, planet Crotch