Blast Off Billy

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Blast Off Billy likes to run
In a red-hot rocket with a sign of the sun.
He'll make Mach-5 in 3-2-1.
Skywalker nothing-
Billy likes to run!

Blast Off Billy in a cosmic chase.
He's a man in motion with a flash on his face.
He'll turn it over twice into hyperspace.
Comets explode-
They can't take the pace!

And when he's blasted past the last moon
His throttle wide open, exhaust in the fumes,
He'll turn his engine off; let her float like a balloon.
Turn the radio on and start floating to the tunes.
No need to panic-
He'll get back soon.

But just let him look out on all those shinning stars.
It's a light year and a day, but he still sees Mars.
Jupiter, Venus, Gemini, Orion.
Rings around Saturn.
Galaxies on the horizon.

So rev up the engines 3-2-1
Blast Off Billy likes to run
Rides a red-hot rocket with a sign of the sun.
Skywalker nothing-
Billy likes to run!