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Space Race
02:51
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Well You Know Pretty Baby, You're My favorite Girl.
You're So Down To Earth, Its Out Of This World.
Won't You Come Along, Baby, I Know A Place.
Believe Me Baby, That Place is Space.
Well Hop On In and We'll Get Out of Here,
And We'll Blast Off Through The Stratosphere.
Well Let's Go Race Up In Outer-Space,
Just You and Me Baby, We'll Get Out of This Place.
We'll Bop To The Rhythm and We'll Rock To the Stars,
Don't Look Back Baby Here Comes Mars.
Well Look Out Space, Baby Here We Come,
When We Blast Off Baby 4-3-2-1!
Well Come Along With Me and We'll Have A Blast,
As We Shift Into Third And Step On The Gas.
Well Come On Pretty Baby, Put Your Hand In Mine,
And We'll Take This Love Into Over-Drive.
Well They Can Make A Wish On Us Tonight,
Cause We're Burning Like A Shooting Star Across The Sky.
Well Let's Go Race Up In Outer-Space,
Just You and Me Baby, We'll Get Out of This Place.
We'll Bop To The Rhythm and We'll Rock To the Stars,
Don't Look Back Baby Here Comes Mars.
Well Look Out Space, Baby Here We Come,
When We Blast Off Baby 4-3-2-1!
Well We'll Take a Little Dip In Neptune's Sea,
And Take A Couple Laps On Saturn's Rings.
We'll Blast Past Venus and Mercury Too,
You Look So Good Under Jupiter's Moons.
Well Hold On Baby, And Hold On Tight,
Cause We're Bouncing Off The Satellites!
Well Let's Go Race Up In Outer-Space,
Just You and Me Baby, We'll Get Out of This Place.
We'll Bop To The Rhythm and We'll Rock To the Stars,
Don't Look Back Baby Here Comes Mars.
Well Be My Space Baby and I'll Be Your Space Man,
And We'll Blast Off In This Old Tin Can!
Blast Off!
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Transmissions
04:00
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Well Mama Said When I Was Young,
That I'd Grow Up And Fall In Love.
And that She'd Be Just Like The One From My Dreams,
The One And Only One For Me,
But Tonight, I Wonder Where She Could Be.
So I'm Calling Out To You Tonight,
Transmission Via Satellite.
I'm Reaching Out Across the Stars,
To You My Love, Wherever You Are Tonight.
Tonight.
Well Now I'm Older And I Have Grown,
And Have No One To Call My Own.
And Every Time I thought I had,
She Broke My Heart And Left Me Sad,
And Tonight, I Wish You Were Here So Bad.
So I'm Calling Out To You Tonight,
Transmission Via Satellite.
I'm Reaching Out Across the Stars,
To You My Love, Wherever You Are Tonight.
Tonight.
Well Darlin',
Tonight As I Look Up At the Stars,
I Can't Help But Wonder Where You Are.
And Whichever Planet It May Be,
Well If You're Looking Right Back At Me,
And You Can't Seem To Shake These Space-Age Blues,
Well Honey, That Makes Two.
So I'm Calling Out To You Tonight,
Transmission Via Satellite.
I'm Reaching Out To Let You Know,
Wherever You Are, You're Not Alone Tonight.
Tonight.
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