Everybody's feelin’ great  It's like a national holiday  We're gazin' up all weepy-eyed  Puffed up to the gills with pride  A hundred eighty miles high  We're orbiting across the sky  Now I don't mean  To bring us down  But it's still a bitch  To get cross-town  Hey, we're goin’ into space  I'll watch it on the tube unless  The junkies robbed my place  It's a great day for  The human race  I'll catch it on T.V.  If I can find  A parking space...  What a wond’rous sight to see  A triumph of technology  In point of fact the perfect gift  For people who have everything  What a party, what a thrill  Not to mention what a bill  But what's three hundred billion  Bucks  And so what if mass transit  Sucks  Hey, we're goin' into space  It's much more fun to read about  Than crime or toxic waste  It’s a great day for the human  Race  What a swell idea to send our  Money into space  Lighting up Tampas with  Dollar bills can be appealing  Lighting Havanas with hundreds  Is another feeling  Betting the rent on a long shot  To win it all  Has to be some kind of juice  But for a taste of a peach,  Or a day at the beach,  I'm into my pocket  But not for no rocket!!!  Bang the bugle, blow the drum  Tell the planets here we come  To build a station far from earth  (Just three hundred billion worth)  And when the housing,  And the schools,  And the jobs, and all the fools,  And the water, and the air,  Get so bad then  We'll go there  Hey-we're goin' into space  Why'n’t you bring  Some sandwiches  'N I'll go get a case  It's a great day for the human  Race  We’re all done down here  Let’s go fuck up  Some other place