Greasetruck proudly presents the greatest song ever recorded about space travel. This was inspired by the death of David Bowie and the last twenty minutes of Interstellar.
Spoiler: I only watched the the last twenty minutes of Interstellar, so I have no idea what the movie is about.
The Perks of Being an Astronaut
Let me see you with your red dress on,
the one you wore when we were young and dumb.
Because you know I'm going away,
when I get back it won't be the same.
They're pointing me at the stars,
six months I'll walk on Mars.
When I get home you know . . . you know how it goes . . .
The women, they will worship me, fall into my gravity.
So let's be real, I think you understand the deal:
when I touch down that rig, you won't be in my league.
But let's not think on that, just try to relax . . .
And let me see you with your red dress on,
no worries for what's to come.
And you can tell all the world,
you're such a lucky girl.
You got to crash with me, explore my galaxy
before my shit blows up, then there won't be enough
of me to go around, so last chance,
I'm still on the ground.
So come on baby, you got one last chance here, when I get home they're gonna throw me a parade and I'll be on TV and the papers are gonna want to know what kind of shirts I wear, and the women will be all over me and you saw Interstellar . . . you're gonna be all old and I'll still be young and hot like Matthew McConaughey, but if I get you pregnant tonight, then I can check out your daughter-- maybe hit that and it will be like old times . . . and you can put this in your memoir, you know.