off into outer space you go my friends   we wish you bon voyage   and when you get there we will welcome you again   and still you'll wonder at it all   see all the wonders that you leave behind   the wonders humble people own   I know a boy from a tribe so primitive   he can call me up without no telephone   see all the wonders that you leave behind   enshrined in some great hourglass   the noble tongues, the noble languages   entombed in some great english class   off into outer space you go my friends   we wish you bon voyage   and when you get there we will welcome you again   and still you'll wonder at it all      an anthropologist he wrote a book   he called it "myths of heaven"   he's disappeared, his wife is all distraught   an angel came and got him   his hair was light, his eyes were love, his words were true,   his eys were lapis lazuli   he spoke in a language oh so primitive   that he made sense to me   off into outer space you go my friends   we wish you bon voyage   and when you get there we will welcome you again   and still you'll wonder at it all