Science Lyrics to Familiar Tunes
Submitted by evildonut on Tue, 10/17/2006 - 11:45
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- Home on LaGrange:
- Oh, give me a locus where the gravitons focus
- Where the three-body problem is solved,
- Where the microwaves play down at three degrees K,
- And the cold virus never evolved. (chorus)
- We eat algea pie, our vacuum is high,
- Our ball bearings are perfectly round.
- Our horizon is curved, our warheads are MIRVed,
- And a kilogram weighs half a pound. (chorus)
- If we run out of space for our burgeoning race
- No more Lebensraum left for the Mensch
- When we're ready to start, we can take Mars apart,
- If we just find a big enough wrench. (chorus)
- I'm sick of this place, it's just McDonald's in space,
- And living up here is a bore.
- Tell the shiggies, "Don't cry," they can kiss me goodbye
- 'Cause I'm moving next week to L4! (chorus)
- CHORUS: Home, home on LaGrange,
- Where the space debris always collects,
- We possess, so it seems, two of Man's greatest dreams:
- Solar power and zero-gee sex.
- (from http://patter.mine.nu)
as always, in progress and comments/suggestions welcome, but please include the source