Secret base -- no Martians!"
(Et interminably cetera.)
Here we go:
Because it’s all about that Secret
Base.
Secret Base, no Martians
It’s all ‘bout that Base, Secret Base, no Martians
It’s all ‘bout that Base, Secret Base, flyin’
saucers
It’s Secret Base, Secret Base.
Yeah we got it then, during World
War Two
We made them better, better just
like we wanted to
See, we got that zoom, zoom all the pilots
want
Just the right ride in case you are gonna confront
I see the spies working pro-propaganda
We know that pic ain’t real
Y’all drop that agenda
If you got science science just
raise ‘em up.
‘Cos the technology ain't perfect
And our research sure won’t stop.
See, our Congress they told us
don’t worry about the price
They say the Air Force wants a
silent spaceship in which to fight.
It sure no fake-U-FO photo,
Photoshopped up shiny-bright
So if that’s what you’re thinking
Then you best just move along
Because it’s all about that Secret
Base.
Secret Base, no Martians
It’s all ‘bout that Base, Secret Base, no Martians
It’s all ‘bout that Base, Secret Base, flyin’
saucers
It’s Secret Base, Secret Base.
I’m flyin’ a saucer back
Go ahead and tell them scoffers
No
Hey, I’m not playing, I know they
think they’re tough
But I’m not believing that.
No matter what they try to do, they
won’t be tough enough
See, our Congress they told us
don’t worry about the price
They say the Air Force wants a
silent spaceship in which to fight.
It sure no fake-U-FO photo,
Photoshopped up shiny-bright
So if that’s what you’re thinking
Then you best just move along
Because it’s all about that Secret
Base.
Secret Base, no Martians
It’s all ‘bout that Base, Secret Base, no Martians
It’s all ‘bout that Base, Secret Base, flyin’
saucers
It’s Secret Base, Secret Base.
Because it’s all about that Secret
Base.
Secret Base, flyin’ saucers.
7 comments:
I giggled.
A fun read.
For some reason, I think it ought to be sung in a jaunty, playful fashion.
Good. I guess. I'd probably appreciate it more if I'd actually heard the song, instead of just hearing of it...
Meanwhile, I've had a filk earworm stuck in my head for the last few days. As I pulled into the parking lot at work the other day, Siriusly Sinatra was playing the Hi-Los' rendiotn of "Moon-faced Starry-eyed", and I kept hearing Londo singing "Moon-faced Assassin of Joy"...
Giggle, snort!
And Turneth and Turneth.
aka. NASA got their Interns to dance.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHy08ZPav88
I prefer your version though.
One of the best PR things I've seen from NASA in a long while!
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