I like the look of this planet,
Animals, plants, let's scan it,
Strange, all these species but no alien shit,
And where's the tea, wasn't my world made by a Brit?
Today I'm going to meet up with my friend,
I can't see him, I'm at my wits end,
Actually I don't really care, he's a bellend,
Let's get out of here, no more time I want to spend,
On my way to Space Station, it's a bit of a hike,
Met an alien there, I can't understand him but I think his name is Mike,
Offered me an Atlas Stone for 3 million units, I told him to get on his bike,
I said that he's overworked looking after this Station on his own, go on strike.
So I continued my journey in my 12 slot space car,
Need to get directions to center of universe so parked up by a star,
I open up my sky map to see how far...
Fuck it, I'm going for a drink with Mikey at an alien strip bar.