One Way Ticket to Pluto

Countdown, get ready for the blast off And don't forget the hype, we're going into space Distinguished scientists, a pesky senator and monkey turds leaking from the lab All brought to us play by play by Howard Cosell You're going where no man has gone before Don't ask us where that is, we have no idea You're chosen for this great mission Because we owe you some favors And besides, you're bright, a little too bright Step one, senator, your vomit It's time to analyze it for the folks back home Open the hatch, launch the war satellite, that the commies aren't supposed to know about Our real challenge is to keep it a secret from the press back home You're going where no man has gone before Don't ask us where that is, we have no idea You're chosen for this great mission Because you're healthy and strong and make a lot of fuss Especially around us, we like you better when you're far away Have you noticed you're going the wrong direction? We have but that's your problem, we planned it that way We had to dispose of all of you so we can spoil the final frontier How dare you question our Star Wars plans for the farce that they are? You're going where no man has gone before For rocking the boat in our temple of doom You're on a one-way ticket to Pluto We wash our hands of you and your lost ark So don't forget to write, no no no no no no no no no