Space Food

Powder mixed with water drops
To make a delicious paste
Nothing in space must go to waste
Surrounded by gamma rays
But I prefer microwaves
Heat is radiation
Emitted by my food

Whatcha gonna do
Gonna heat it up
Whatcha gonna do
Gonna heat it up
Whatcha gonna do
Gonna heat it up
Whatcha gonna do
Gonna heat it up

Hot, hot, hot sauce
Hot, hot, hot sauce
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Frozen pizzas and burritos
Artificial chicken tacos
Memories of your favourite food
Memories of earth
The loneliness that I feel every time I nuke a meal
In plastic wrap
I must adapt

Whatcha gonna do
Gonna heat it up
Whatcha gonna do
Gonna heat it up
Whatcha gonna do
Gonna heat it up
Whatcha gonna do
Gonna heat it up

Hot, hot, hot sauce
Hot, hot, hot sauce
Hot, hot, hot sauce
Hot, hot, hot sauce

If you are what you eat
Then I am a nutritious goop
I'll wait for you forever
I come in a plastic tube

Whatcha gonna do
Gonna heat it up
Whatcha gonna do
Gonna heat it up
Whatcha gonna do
Gonna heat it up
Whatcha gonna do
Gonna heat it up

Hot, hot, hot sauce
Hot, hot, hot sauce
Hot, hot, hot sauce
Hot, hot, hot sauce

Hot, hot, hot sauce
Hot, hot, hot sauce
Hot, hot, hot sauce
Hot, hot, hot sauce



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Clark
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