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Victory in Space
Let the fat man chase you 'round Skin and bones he's still a pig And the worst is your own kind Wearing pants like Mr. Big Sammy takes too much himself Entenmann's are always stale And when you say that you are happy Polygraph says you're in jail
Ladies of the universe Ladies of the world We'll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home You'll have your memories of victory in space
You can try it that way here But the John might be the heat And the bread you keep from Sam Can't be kept from Poppa Pete Do it my way and you'll serve only Captains of the fleet Do it your way and you're going back to 42nd Street
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Ladies of the universe Ladies of the world We'll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home You'll have your memories of victory in space
Jet set guy can fly your love from Great Neck to Frisco Bay But no one else can romance you 100 million miles away
Ladies of the universe Ladies of the world We'll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home
Ladies of the universe Ladies of the world We'll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home
Ladies of the universe Ladies of the world We'll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home
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