Guns in Space
© 2004
(From "Security")
Gaze out into the galaxy
Notice anything phallic? See there!
The pride of America is bursting in mid-air
Bad guys all over the stratosphere
Point their missiles right as us — Fear not!
They'll never fire a shot
'Cause they ought to know we got
Guns in space
American guns in space
From there I can see
How easily we
Could come to be
The master race
Of space!
Attacked by some hideous alien
Scary and scaly and not the least mammalian
Would we walk around egg-faced?
No, because we're spaced out
And because we're based out
Where we're certain to blast
His alien ast-
Eroid into milky waste!
Some say we're being paranoid
They're just jealous and they're annoyed, or
They just don't like a war for which John Williams does the score
Bad guys all over the universe
Better get ready to croon a verse — from a different tune
They better be sure that they're
Aware of the Amer-
Ican Air Force way up where
There is no air!