Song | Oasis |
Artist | Ugly Duckling |
Album | Journey To Anywhere |
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Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah [x4] | |
[Verse 1: Andy] | |
Come on a trip to the centre of the nebulous place | |
I'm your host (Space Ghost!) on this cosmos chase | |
It's a pattern around Saturn, so watch the rings | |
Then follow the flight plan to Andromeda's wings | |
Point your kaleidoscope at the balance expanse | |
Never any bending the surface of molecular plans | |
Enhance, the beat can secret so can search's and saves | |
And signals, but not radio waves | |
Cause' you've tuned into the top ten, the pop is repetitive | |
A sedative that would make insomniacs relax | |
Into a mummified state, but I'll unravel the clock | |
Travel the harp, and feed a bon-bon to a ton-ton | |
In other words, I duck and make the cargo drop | |
In simple terms, I stop and rock the spot | |
So I'm working on a new anti-gravity design | |
In the jet-propulsion lab with Young Einstein,(and) | |
Let me play Willy Mays and say hey to Dizzy Dustin | |
Formerly known as cue-ball, back when I was called too tall | |
But now with U-Haul, packing up, making moves to new places | |
(Including the Oasis!) | |
It's not a mirage, but a barrage of spoken ballet | |
Everyone is spun by the tongue, conductors DJ | |
It takes your ora from the world of the morbid | |
Shoot you through a vacuum, put you into orbit | |
[Chorus: Instrumental] | |
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah [x4] | |
[Verse 2: Andy] | |
Head to handicap, contact someone | |
To the percussion club drubbing up the non-hum drum | |
As it runs it and thus becomes a product of the ugly | |
Now we can make it lovely (Like) | |
A life can become a slow death, but one is left | |
It's sold to a genie with bandini on it's breath | |
Never came to baggage claim, so no venture over the fences into the frontier | |
Where regret is varied consequences | |
On the laster days, there will be no castaways | |
Coming aboard cause' there'll be more into the black hole | |
But we can clear this stratosphere | |
And watch planets disappear from the inside of our capsule | |
Andy Cat to Earth(This is mission control) | |
Prognosis?(All systems go) | |
Good, I'm going to make the jump to light speed to see my mom and d-a-d | |
Hey the apple didn't fall to far from the tree | |
Though it's not the route I claim, but the food I became | |
That should be judged because their not always the same | |
And if your aim is to criticize me | |
(then you)Then you can call the 1800 hotline(but it's not mine) | |
I don't make money like the hubbly and bubbly house | |
Still I'm thirsting to stay at the O.K Crowd | |
But my stomach won't growl and I'll bathe in the graces | |
Of timeless joy, via the oasis | |
[Chorus] | |
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah [x2] | |
[Verse 3: Andy] | |
You see my man Dan Large he's out of this world | |
And the People Under The Stairs are out of this world | |
Mr. Mark Jones is out of the this world | |
And the Jungle, the Brothers are out of this world | |
Dj Touché' he's out of this world | |
Everybody who bought the E.P, out of this world | |
Van The Man Ryker is out of this world | |
And Josh? Well he's down to earth | |
All my people in Antarctica, out of this world | |
And Ursula, she's out of this world | |
Big Gary Richards, he's out of this world | |
And the group Ugly Duckling, we're out! | |
[Outro] | |
And as they warned, a summer night on a hilltop | |
Far from the bright lights of the city | |
A group of beginner students in astronomy | |
Gazes up at the northern stars | |
There instructress speaking |
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah x4 | |
Verse 1: Andy | |
Come on a trip to the centre of the nebulous place | |
I' m your host Space Ghost! on this cosmos chase | |
It' s a pattern around Saturn, so watch the rings | |
Then follow the flight plan to Andromeda' s wings | |
Point your kaleidoscope at the balance expanse | |
Never any bending the surface of molecular plans | |
Enhance, the beat can secret so can search' s and saves | |
And signals, but not radio waves | |
Cause' you' ve tuned into the top ten, the pop is repetitive | |
A sedative that would make insomniacs relax | |
Into a mummified state, but I' ll unravel the clock | |
Travel the harp, and feed a bonbon to a tonton | |
In other words, I duck and make the cargo drop | |
In simple terms, I stop and rock the spot | |
So I' m working on a new antigravity design | |
In the jetpropulsion lab with Young Einstein, and | |
Let me play Willy Mays and say hey to Dizzy Dustin | |
Formerly known as cueball, back when I was called too tall | |
But now with UHaul, packing up, making moves to new places | |
Including the Oasis! | |
It' s not a mirage, but a barrage of spoken ballet | |
Everyone is spun by the tongue, conductors DJ | |
It takes your ora from the world of the morbid | |
Shoot you through a vacuum, put you into orbit | |
Chorus: Instrumental | |
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah x4 | |
Verse 2: Andy | |
Head to handicap, contact someone | |
To the percussion club drubbing up the nonhum drum | |
As it runs it and thus becomes a product of the ugly | |
Now we can make it lovely Like | |
A life can become a slow death, but one is left | |
It' s sold to a genie with bandini on it' s breath | |
Never came to baggage claim, so no venture over the fences into the frontier | |
Where regret is varied consequences | |
On the laster days, there will be no castaways | |
Coming aboard cause' there' ll be more into the black hole | |
But we can clear this stratosphere | |
And watch planets disappear from the inside of our capsule | |
Andy Cat to Earth This is mission control | |
Prognosis? All systems go | |
Good, I' m going to make the jump to light speed to see my mom and dad | |
Hey the apple didn' t fall to far from the tree | |
Though it' s not the route I claim, but the food I became | |
That should be judged because their not always the same | |
And if your aim is to criticize me | |
then you Then you can call the 1800 hotline but it' s not mine | |
I don' t make money like the hubbly and bubbly house | |
Still I' m thirsting to stay at the O. K Crowd | |
But my stomach won' t growl and I' ll bathe in the graces | |
Of timeless joy, via the oasis | |
Chorus | |
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah x2 | |
Verse 3: Andy | |
You see my man Dan Large he' s out of this world | |
And the People Under The Stairs are out of this world | |
Mr. Mark Jones is out of the this world | |
And the Jungle, the Brothers are out of this world | |
Dj Touche' he' s out of this world | |
Everybody who bought the E. P, out of this world | |
Van The Man Ryker is out of this world | |
And Josh? Well he' s down to earth | |
All my people in Antarctica, out of this world | |
And Ursula, she' s out of this world | |
Big Gary Richards, he' s out of this world | |
And the group Ugly Duckling, we' re out! | |
Outro | |
And as they warned, a summer night on a hilltop | |
Far from the bright lights of the city | |
A group of beginner students in astronomy | |
Gazes up at the northern stars | |
There instructress speaking |
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah x4 | |
Verse 1: Andy | |
Come on a trip to the centre of the nebulous place | |
I' m your host Space Ghost! on this cosmos chase | |
It' s a pattern around Saturn, so watch the rings | |
Then follow the flight plan to Andromeda' s wings | |
Point your kaleidoscope at the balance expanse | |
Never any bending the surface of molecular plans | |
Enhance, the beat can secret so can search' s and saves | |
And signals, but not radio waves | |
Cause' you' ve tuned into the top ten, the pop is repetitive | |
A sedative that would make insomniacs relax | |
Into a mummified state, but I' ll unravel the clock | |
Travel the harp, and feed a bonbon to a tonton | |
In other words, I duck and make the cargo drop | |
In simple terms, I stop and rock the spot | |
So I' m working on a new antigravity design | |
In the jetpropulsion lab with Young Einstein, and | |
Let me play Willy Mays and say hey to Dizzy Dustin | |
Formerly known as cueball, back when I was called too tall | |
But now with UHaul, packing up, making moves to new places | |
Including the Oasis! | |
It' s not a mirage, but a barrage of spoken ballet | |
Everyone is spun by the tongue, conductors DJ | |
It takes your ora from the world of the morbid | |
Shoot you through a vacuum, put you into orbit | |
Chorus: Instrumental | |
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah x4 | |
Verse 2: Andy | |
Head to handicap, contact someone | |
To the percussion club drubbing up the nonhum drum | |
As it runs it and thus becomes a product of the ugly | |
Now we can make it lovely Like | |
A life can become a slow death, but one is left | |
It' s sold to a genie with bandini on it' s breath | |
Never came to baggage claim, so no venture over the fences into the frontier | |
Where regret is varied consequences | |
On the laster days, there will be no castaways | |
Coming aboard cause' there' ll be more into the black hole | |
But we can clear this stratosphere | |
And watch planets disappear from the inside of our capsule | |
Andy Cat to Earth This is mission control | |
Prognosis? All systems go | |
Good, I' m going to make the jump to light speed to see my mom and dad | |
Hey the apple didn' t fall to far from the tree | |
Though it' s not the route I claim, but the food I became | |
That should be judged because their not always the same | |
And if your aim is to criticize me | |
then you Then you can call the 1800 hotline but it' s not mine | |
I don' t make money like the hubbly and bubbly house | |
Still I' m thirsting to stay at the O. K Crowd | |
But my stomach won' t growl and I' ll bathe in the graces | |
Of timeless joy, via the oasis | |
Chorus | |
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah x2 | |
Verse 3: Andy | |
You see my man Dan Large he' s out of this world | |
And the People Under The Stairs are out of this world | |
Mr. Mark Jones is out of the this world | |
And the Jungle, the Brothers are out of this world | |
Dj Touché' he' s out of this world | |
Everybody who bought the E. P, out of this world | |
Van The Man Ryker is out of this world | |
And Josh? Well he' s down to earth | |
All my people in Antarctica, out of this world | |
And Ursula, she' s out of this world | |
Big Gary Richards, he' s out of this world | |
And the group Ugly Duckling, we' re out! | |
Outro | |
And as they warned, a summer night on a hilltop | |
Far from the bright lights of the city | |
A group of beginner students in astronomy | |
Gazes up at the northern stars | |
There instructress speaking |