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