Oasis-Ugly Duckling

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah [x4] 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] 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 [x2] 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