This is a song about "Potato llamas in space with hair gel"

And i just love your flashy ways

Overall, your lost in deep space,

Flowing in space saying goodbye

That's the window into the sky

Higher than the milky way as i reside in outer space

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Then putting it in space to be enveloped by a black hole

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

From my location in space, a sphere covered in rubble

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

She leave her hair in the sink

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient