by Judith Proctor
Tune: Messing About on the River
There are planets and stars, out way beyond Mars,
When messing about in a spaceship.
There are new worlds, but sorry, they all look like quarries,
When messing about in a spaceship.
There are big hairy aliens and man eating plants,
And little glove puppets and giant rubber ants,
So suspend disbelief, come with rebel and thief,
Go messing about on a spaceship.
There are battles and wars, to fight for the cause,
When messing about in a spaceship.
The Feds are all bad, and Travis is mad,
When messing about in a spaceship.
Who cares that Blake is a trifle obsessed,
As long as Kerr Avon wears studs on his vest?
So come now and stay, where the good guys are grey,
Go messing about in a spaceship.
There's pursuit ships that fight, far faster than light,
When messing about in a spaceship,
There's explosions in space, that sound really ace,
When messing about in a spaceship.
Who cares that Einstein would turn in his grave?
It isn't reality, but fun that we crave,
So cast away science, with utter defiance,
Go messing about in a spaceship.
Our heroes got shot, it happened a lot,
When messing about in a spaceship,
We sat down and cried, whenever they died,
When messing about in a spaceship,
But when writing fiction we do as we like,
If the world is all wrong we can set it aright,
For they are not dead in the stories I've read,
They're messing about in a spaceship!