Victory In Space - Good Rats

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

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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