The little weirdo down the street
Says he's making a rocket ship
With household items,
So we can't find him
Igloo cooler and some gasoline,
Soil samples and some magazines
For the long ride home.
Chorus:
Set the controls
For the farthest star
And fly away, little weirdo.
No one here is going
To miss you much
But I wish you luck on your trip
Run away...fly away...fly away.
Planet earth never offered much,
Just culture shock and
A lot of strange looks
From the native assholes
Ground control there's no one there,
We haven't heard a word
From his interstellar patio chair.
Chorus:
Set the controls
For the farthest star
And fly away, little weirdo.
No one here is going
To miss you much
But I wish you luck on your trip
Run away...fly away...fly away.
The little weirdo left today
He said we're doomed
But from his view
It's so beautiful.
Chorus:
Set the controls
For the farthest star
And fly away, little weirdo.
No one here is going
To miss you much
But I wish you luck on your trip
Run away...fly away...fly away.
