[Intro]
Sittin on my keester
Bout 2000 hours
No twang please meester
I'm too gall darn sours
[Chorus]
Houston we have a problem
I've got nothin to do
No saloon, no horse, no whiskey
Houston where are you?
Ya I don't like it buddy
Just pullin on my puddy
Well my space ship she don't go
Pew pew pew
And my space pants fillin up with
Poo poo poo
My chaps aint got no ass
Down in Houston
But my ass ain't got my chaps
Up in shit land
Bung hole is 5 layers deep
Space safety aint a joy
Ain't no assless chaps on
This cosmic cowboy
[Chorus]
Houston we have a problem
I've got nothin to do
No saloon, no horse, no whiskey
Houston where are you?
[Outro]
It don't dill my pickle
Havin my dick in this tickle