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Oasis

Come on a trip to the center of a nebulous place
I'm your host (Space Ghost) on this cosmos chase
It's a pattern around Saturn, so watch the rings
Then follow the flight plan to Andromeda's wings
Point your kaleidoscope at the boundless expanse
Never ending, bending the surface of molecular plans
Enhance the beacon seeker so it searches and saves
The signals, but not radio waves
Cuz you're tuned into the top ten, the pop is repetitive
A sedative that would make insomniacs relax
Into a mummified state, but I'll unravel the cloth
Travel to Hoth and feed a Bonbon to a ton-ton
In other words, I dock and make a cargo drop
In simple terms, I stop and rock the spot
So I'm working on a new anti gravity design
In the jet propulsion lab with Young Einstein (and)
Let me play Willie Mays and “say hey” to Dizzy Dustin
Formerly known as cue ball, back when I was called too tall
But now we U-Haul, packing up, making moves to new places
Including the oasis
It's not a mirage but a barrage of spoken ballet
Pirouettes are spun by the tongue, conductors DJ
It takes your aura from the world of the morbid
Shoots you through a vacuum, puts you into orbit

Earth to Andycat, contact someone
To the percussion club drubbing up the non humdrum
As it runs it and thus becomes a product of the Ugly
And we can make it lovely (like)
A long life can become a slow death, but one is left
It's sold to a genie with bandini on it's breath
Never came to baggage claim but they’ll venture
Over the fences into the frontier
Where regret is met with consequences
On the last of days there will be no castaways
Coming aboard cuz they'll be pulled into the black hole
But we can clear this here stratosphere
And watch planets disappear from the inside of our capsule
Andycat to Earth (this is mission control)
Prognosis (all systems go)
Good, I'm going to make the jump to light speed
To see my mom and d-a-d
Hey the apple didn't fall too far from the tree
Though it's not the root I claim, but the fruit I became
That should be judged because they’re not always the same
And if your aim is to criticize me
Then you can call the 1-800 hotline (but it's not mine)
I don't make money like the hubby of Lovey Howell
Still I'm thirsting to stay at the O.K. Corral
But my stomach won't growl and I'll bathe in the graces
Of timeless joy, via the oasis

You see my man Dan Large he's (out of this world)
And the People Under The Stairs are (out of this world)
Mr. Mark Jones is (out of this world)
And the Jungle, the Brothers are (out of this world)
Dj Touche he's (out of this world)
Everybody who bought the EP (out of this world)
Van “the man” Ryker is (out of this world)
And Josh, well he's down to earth
All my people in Antarctica (out of this world)
and Ursula, she's (out of this world)
Big Gary Richards, he's (out of this world)
And the group Ugly Duckling, we're out