Victory In Space

Let the fat man chase you 'round
 Skin and bones he's still a pig
 And the worst is your own kind
 Wearing pants like Mr. Big
 Sammy takes too much himself
 Entenmann's are always stale
 And when you say that you are happy
 Polygraph says you're in jail
 Ladies of the universe
 Ladies of the world
 We'll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home
 You'll have your memories of victory in space
 You can try it that way here
 But the John might be the heat
 And the bread you keep from Sam
 Can't be kept from Poppa Pete
 Do it my way and you'll serve
 only Captains of the fleet
 Do it your way and you're going
 back to 42nd Street
 Ladies of the universe
 Ladies of the world
 We'll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home
 You'll have your memories of victory in space
 Jet set guy can fly your love
 from Great Neck to Frisco Bay
 But no one else can romance you
 100 million miles away
 Ladies of the universe
 Ladies of the world
 We'll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home
 Ladies of the universe
 Ladies of the world
 We'll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home
 Ladies of the universe
 Ladies of the world
 We'll treat you all like goddesses and when you get back home