Oasis

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

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

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

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

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

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!

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