Lyrics
Late last night while wishing on a star
down from the sky came a man in a car
he said "Get in, Jackson
come on let's go for a ride
outta sight."
Sitting in the cockpit strapped down in a chair
I said, "Hey, tell me
what's that over there?"
he said, "Meet my computer."
he's a friendly son of a gun and we're having fun.
Playing cards on Venus in a cloudy room
pass a glass of ammonia, I got to get off soon
sunbathin' on Mercury or jammin' on Jupiter
which do you prefer?
It's getting pretty late, I got to go home
nice to have met you, what's your telephone?
maybe soon I'll call you
if I can afford the fare
it's long distance out there.
Anus of Uranus, he's a friend of mine
he's a first-rate party and a real fine time
Anus of Uranus, he's a friend of mine
he's a first-rate party and a real fine time.
