The little weirdo down the street

Says he's making a rocket ship

With household items,

So we can't find him

Igloo cooler and some gasoline,

Soil samples and some magazines

For the long ride home.

Chorus:

Set the controls

For the farthest star

And fly away, little weirdo.

No one here is going

To miss you much

But I wish you luck on your trip

Run away...fly away...fly away.

Planet earth never offered much,

Just culture shock and

A lot of strange looks

From the native assholes

Ground control there's no one there,

We haven't heard a word

From his interstellar patio chair.

Chorus:

Set the controls

For the farthest star

And fly away, little weirdo.

No one here is going

To miss you much

But I wish you luck on your trip

Run away...fly away...fly away.

The little weirdo left today

He said we're doomed

But from his view

It's so beautiful.

Chorus:

Set the controls

For the farthest star

And fly away, little weirdo.

No one here is going

To miss you much

But I wish you luck on your trip

Run away...fly away...fly away.