Credits For Nothing (and y'r Ships 'r Free)
Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 4:20 pm
To all the listeners out there in the Ooniverse, this is Lave's favourite sub-aether comms station "Jameson2084.004"
I've had a request, so I've dipped into the vault this week and pulled out a classic rework from that old terran outfit - Dire Straits. If it's not in your top 100 digital selection for that long haul in from the witch-point beacon, then you've been living in a rock hermit closet for too long.
So sit back and enjoy the ride, keep the Tharg's off your windscreen and your Trumbles out of your comms cabinet.
This is the Milky Way Kid on the late shift sounding out to all the space-lane community
I want my, I want my Gal Na-vy
I want my, I want my Gal Na-vy
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
Fly a Navy Courier though the Ooni-V
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Credits for nothing and your ships for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Let me say them Navy guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your trigger finger
Blasting Thargs’n’Pirates all to kingdom come
We got to Oo-Haul radioactives, IT systems ‘n luxurie-e-s
We got to move these ship astrogators. We got to move these holovid scree-eens
See them little faggots with their uniforms and medals
Yeah buddy them's Elite Wings
That little faggot got an iron assed spaceship
That little faggot he's seen Saturn’s rings
We got to Oo-Haul min’rals and liquor’, fur’n’textiles, machinery-y-y
We got to move these Lave ‘taters. We got to move these Onrira skin cree-eams
I shoulda learned to laser a Tharg’
I shoulda learned to tote them guns
Look at that pilot, he got a GalCop Superannuate
Fund. We got sweet-bugger none.
His uncle’s what? Rear Admiral? Makin’ noises?
Promoted up the ladder like a chimpanzee. Oh,
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Credits for nothing and your ships for free
We got to Oo-Haul slaves ‘n narcotics, precious metals and alloy-ee-ees
We got to move these alien doodads. We got to take these contract fee-ee-ees
[Screaming duristeel (heavy metal) Stratocaster instrOomental]
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Fly a Navy Courier though the Ooni-V
Oh, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Credits for nothing and your ships for free
Credits for nothing and your ships for free
I've had a request, so I've dipped into the vault this week and pulled out a classic rework from that old terran outfit - Dire Straits. If it's not in your top 100 digital selection for that long haul in from the witch-point beacon, then you've been living in a rock hermit closet for too long.
So sit back and enjoy the ride, keep the Tharg's off your windscreen and your Trumbles out of your comms cabinet.
This is the Milky Way Kid on the late shift sounding out to all the space-lane community
I want my, I want my Gal Na-vy
I want my, I want my Gal Na-vy
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
Fly a Navy Courier though the Ooni-V
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Credits for nothing and your ships for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Let me say them Navy guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your trigger finger
Blasting Thargs’n’Pirates all to kingdom come
We got to Oo-Haul radioactives, IT systems ‘n luxurie-e-s
We got to move these ship astrogators. We got to move these holovid scree-eens
See them little faggots with their uniforms and medals
Yeah buddy them's Elite Wings
That little faggot got an iron assed spaceship
That little faggot he's seen Saturn’s rings
We got to Oo-Haul min’rals and liquor’, fur’n’textiles, machinery-y-y
We got to move these Lave ‘taters. We got to move these Onrira skin cree-eams
I shoulda learned to laser a Tharg’
I shoulda learned to tote them guns
Look at that pilot, he got a GalCop Superannuate
Fund. We got sweet-bugger none.
His uncle’s what? Rear Admiral? Makin’ noises?
Promoted up the ladder like a chimpanzee. Oh,
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Credits for nothing and your ships for free
We got to Oo-Haul slaves ‘n narcotics, precious metals and alloy-ee-ees
We got to move these alien doodads. We got to take these contract fee-ee-ees
[Screaming duristeel (heavy metal) Stratocaster instrOomental]
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Fly a Navy Courier though the Ooni-V
Oh, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Credits for nothing and your ships for free
Credits for nothing and your ships for free