The little weirdo down the street    Says he's building a rocket ship from household items   So we can't find him      Igloo cooler and some gasoline   Soil samples and some magazines   For the long ride home      Set the controls for the farthest star   And fly away, little weirdo   No one here is gonna miss you much   But I wish you luck on your trip   Run away   Fly away, fly away      Planet Earth never offered much   Just culture shock and a lot of strange looks   From the native assholes      Ground control, there's no one there   We haven't heard a word from his intertsllar patio chair      Little weirdo left today   He says we're doomed   But from his view it's so beautiful