Caravan's in the sky
Planets are floating by
Four thousand megatons
Out prophets are forlorn
She gives you groove and love
Vibes and sounds from above
Her goals are loud and clear:
Cleanse these poor souls from fear
Oh, she's cooking something good
Spicy Space Pasta
Oh, she putting lots of love
Over her shoulder
And through space my ship flies
Looking for stars to collide
And collect
For you, my beloved true
My beloved one
That's true to me
On the other side of the universe
I fly!
This cold and lonely space
Planets with wicked phase
The shine of stars below
Reminds me of my home
And my sweet cutie pie
Waits for her man alive
From his poor lonely soul
She feels the gloom of home