A winged monster is sleeping
And dreaming of pneumatic eagles
He needs more air to breathe
There is a lot of it somewhere
And he is waking up and spreading his wings
To take off and fly
The atmospheric gas is thick and dense
Plenty of it but it's not what he needs
It's only good for everybody else
Where, where, where
Can we get just a little more air
To breathe and fly without fear
In this thick dense atmosphere
His brain is pea-sized
No emotions no thoughts
All he knows' to flap wings
To reach Atmo-Z Point
Where he finds what he needs
Yes he knows what he needs
A different air to breathe
Where, where, where
Can we get just a little more air
To breathe and fly without fear
In this thick dense atmosphere
There, oh, there
We can find that bit of air
To breathe and fly without fear
In this unfriendly atmosphere
Atmo-Z Point, the goal of his crusade
Pneumatic eagles swarm, he hits the target straight
And they will scream like ignited nightingales
Excreting air he will avidly inhale
Blowing up latex bodies
Spreading pumps, clamps, and hoses
All over the place
All over the space
Here, here, here
Here, here, here
We have found plenty of air
Full repair and no despair
In this deadly atmosphere
Here, oh, here
We'll survive another year
We can fly without fear
In this deadly atmosphere
Here, here, here
In this deadly atmosphere
Here, oh, here
In this deadly atmosphere