Good Rats - Victory in Space lyrics

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Good Rats - Victory in Space lyrics

Let the fat man chase you 'round Skin and bones he's still a pig And the worst is your own kind Wearing pants like Mr. Big Sammy takes too much himself Entenmann's are always stale And when you say that you are happy Polygraph says you're in jail Ladies of the universe Ladies of the world We'll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home You'll have your memories of victory in space You can try it that way here But the John might be the heat And the bread you keep from Sam Can't be kept from Poppa Pete Do it my way and you'll serve only Captains of the fleet Do it your way and you're going back to 42nd Street Ladies of the universe Ladies of the world We'll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home You'll have your memories of victory in space Jet set guy can fly your love from Great Neck to Frisco Bay But no one else can romance you 100 million miles away Ladies of the universe Ladies of the world We'll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home Ladies of the universe Ladies of the world We'll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home Ladies of the universe Ladies of the world We'll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home (Fade)