To the people of the world, and especially those who are surviving in Ukraine,
here’s a song to brighten up your sky, and counteract the gravity of each day:
YELLOW SPACE STATION*
In the school where I was trained
Lived a horde of Russian bots
But they sold their chips ‘n brains
In the land of cosmonauts
So we flew right past the Sun
‘Till we found the capsule locks
And we lived beneath the moon
With a bunch of cowboy boots
We all live on a yellow space station,
Yellow space station, yellow space station
And our Ukes (no nukes) are all aboard
Many more of them are on the way
And planet earth begins to sway
In our fellowship of blue and gray
We all live on a yellow space station
Yellow space station, yellow space station
[Sick of Putin, comrade, sick of Putin
Sick is the word for him, Sergey
Drop your pants, Oleg, open your fly . . . ]
We all live on a Yellow Space Station,
Yellow Space Station, Yellow Space Station
We all live on a Yellow Space Station,
Live and die on a Yellow Space Station . . .
*Cf. John Lennon and Paul McCartney,
“Yellow Submarine” (Revolver, 1966).
All copycat rights remain inclusive.
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