There is room for make believe out in the ocean
There is room for make believe out on the land
In the wet, in the dream, if its flashing then seen
In the deep marine, in the deep marine
Ortegas is at the helm, the pilot seat is my realm
We’re in a field, surrounded
Still, flight systems steady, impulse engines ready
At the console, systems initializing
Life support robust; now finalizing
Will check inertial dampers, and see if they’re hampered…
All is okay; it appears that all is okay
Prophet six zero zero nine one
This is the flight number of our galactic sun
Prophet six zero zero nine one
Before we start you should know that you’re not the only one
Who can hurt me
Mean distance from the sun: 92 million 957 thousand and 200 miles
Mean Orbital velocity: 66000 miles per hour
Orbital eccentricity: 0.017
Mass: 6600 milion milion milion tons
Equatorial diameter: 7927 miles
Polar diameter: 7900 miles
Oblateness: one 298th
Density: 5.41
Mean surface gravitational acceleration of the rotating earth: 32.174 feet per second per second
Escape velocity: 7 miles per second
Albedo: 0.39
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How
about love? Measure in love.
Seasons of love.
A day in the life of a fool
A sad and a long lonely day
I walk the avenue
And hope I’ll run into
The welcome sight of you
Coming my way
He never listens to them; he knows that they’re the fools
They don’t like him
The fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round
Ooh now my body is starting to quiver
An’ the palms of my hands gettin’ wet, oh
I got no reason to doubt you baby
It’s all a terrible mess
An’ I’ll run in the rain ‘til I’m breathless
When I’m breathless I’ll run ‘til I drop, hey!
An’ the thoughts of a fool’s gotta count of careless
I’m just a fool waitin’ on the wrong block
When you move in right up close to me
That’s when I get the shakes all over me
Quivers down my back bone
I’ve got the shakes down the kneebone
Yeah, havin’ the tremors in the thighbone
Shakin’ all over
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y’all’s neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of Hell
And rot inside a corpse’s shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grisly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the Thriller
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Cornbread is sweet
Pork chops are good
Blackeyed peas are mighty, mighty fine
But give me, oh give me
I really wish you would
That watermelon hangin’ on the vine
Don’t you know that I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer would you be mine
Oh, I heard it through the grapevine
Oh, I’m just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey, yeah
Did that one a mere 2 weeks ago. 
I’m gonna rock my Audible
Headphone, Grapes of Wrath
Drift off to oblivion
I just don’t care, I just don’t care
Rock my Audible
Headphone, Grapes of Wrath
Drift off to oblivion
You think I care, I just don’t care
We are the grapes of wrath
We’ll never take a bath
It is our style to seldom smile
And never laugh!
We are the grapes of wrath
So stay out of our path
There’s no escape from cranky grapes
We are the grapes of wrath.
Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That’s the time you must keep on trying
Smile; what’s the use of crying?
You’ll find that life is still worthwhile
If you just smile
(Toxic advice.)
But during National Brotherhood Week,
National Brotherhood Week,
New Yorkers love the Puerto Ricans 'cause it’s very chic.
Step up and shake the hand
Of someone you can’t stand.
You can tolerate him if you try.
Baby left as she lost her breath
Hastens off to some unknown death
Trapped inside under painted eyes
Takes herself into the new sunrise
And you fly
She pointed up into the sky
And you can touch them if you try
And you fly
The radio’s playing some forgotten song
Brenda Lee’s “Coming On Strong”
The road’s got me hypnotised
And I’m speeding into a new sunrise
Well, at five a.m., oil pressure’s sinkin’ fast
I make a pit stop, wipe the windshield, check the gas
Gotta call my baby on the telephone
Let her know that her daddy’s comin’ on home
Sit tight, little mama, I’m comin’ ’round I got three more hours, but I’m coverin’ ground
Your eyes get itchy in the wee wee hours sun’s just a red ball risin’ over them refinery towers
Radio’s jammed up with gospel stations lost souls callin’ long distance salvation
Hey, mister deejay, woncha hear my last prayer hey, ho, rock’n’roll, deliver me from nowhere
We left for Frisco in your Rambler
The radiator running dry
I’ve never been much of a gambler
And had a preference to fly
You said “forget about the airline,
Let’s take the car and save the fare.”
We blew a gasket on the Grapevine
And eighty dollars on repairs