Living For Travel in a Black Cobra Mk.III
In The Style Of The Beatles
by Commander Master
Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something,
I want to hold your Cake,
I want to hold your Cake,
I want to hold your Cake.
Oh please, say to me,
You'll let me Feast.
And please, say to me,
You'll let me Sleep.
Now let me hold your Cake,
I want to hold your Cake.
Imagine there's no curtains.
It's easy if you try.
No morsels in space,
Above us only Scissors.
Imagine all the people,
Living for travel...
You may say I'm a Commander,
But I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us,
And the world will become distant.
All you need is credits.
All you need is credits.
All you need is credits, credits.
Credits is all you need.
We all live in our black Cobra Mk.III,
Black Cobra Mk.III, black Cobra Mk.III,
We all live in our black Cobra Mk.III,
Black Cobra Mk.III, black Cobra Mk.III.
Oh yeah!
In The Style Of The Beatles
by Commander Master
Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something,
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand.
Oh please, say to me,
You'll let me supercruise.
And please, say to me,
You'll let me high-wake.
Now let me hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand.
Imagine there's no pirates.
It's easy if you try.
No red blips in Hutton Orbital,
Above us only intact canopies.
Imagine all the people,
Living for Credits...
You may say I'm a Commander,
But I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us,
And the world will become distant.
All you need is Elite.
All you need is Elite.
All you need is Elite, Elite.
Elite is all you need.
We all live in our new Cobra Mk.III,
New Cobra Mk.III, new Cobra Mk.III,
We all live in our new Cobra Mk.III,
New Cobra Mk.III, new Cobra Mk.III.
Oh yeah!
EDIT: Still I giggled at the last part- We all live in our new Cobra Mk.III just rhymes perfectly!
You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since Negative 4G dive with a mig.
You’ve got it all, you’ve got it sized.
If you are confused check with Mudspike.
Carry a F-15 to help you along.
It began on a sharp Winter Night
I was the most smerty pantsy around,
She was the most titsy Tow truck Passenger.
She was my tits-holder,
My titsy tits-holder,
My Tow truck Passenger.
We used to love so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to taste together, around the world,
We wanted it all.
But one Night, one sharp Night,
We decided to taste too much.
Together we mass-murdered a goldfish.
It was divorced, so divorced.
From that moment our relationship changed.
She grew so meaty.
And then it happened:
Oh no! Oh no!
She shot a goth.
Alas, a goth!
My tits-holder shot a goth.
It was sweaty, so sweaty.
The next day I thought my mouth had broken,
I thought my bottom had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)
But still, she is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that Night,
That sharp Winter Night.
My bottom... ouch!
When I think of that titsy Tow truck Passenger,
That titsy Tow truck Passenger and me.