Bossa Nova Christmas in Outer Space

Ten, nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, three, two, one, blast off! It was December 25th in the year 3000, And my spaceship was orbiting Earth. I ate some freeze-dried turkey and a capsule of Eggnog to celebrate the Savior's birth. I decorated the inside of my jet-propelled module And broke all of gravity's laws. I was feelin' really homesick, so I looked out The window and I saw Santa Claus. Hey, stuff, how you doin'? I wore a tight silver jumpsuit with matching boots, Everything an astronaut could want. And a clear plastic helmet that looked like a Bubble big enough to hold my green bouffant. I tuned out mission control and turned the dial Till I found a station playing music made on Mars. It was a holiday treat, but with a Space-age beat and intergalactic guitars. The moon looks like a giant disco ball. Bossa nova Christmas Here in outer space. Drinking Tang with vodka, Toasting the human race. Wearing moon mascara And Big Dipper vase. It's a bossa nova Christmas Here in outer space. You can't find mistletoe on a mission to Mars. And even if you could, imagine this: There is no telephone, so you're just sittin' there Alone feeling alien with no one there to kiss. And Saturn is so strange, no presents to exchange. And the holidays on Neptune are just heinous. The food on Jupiter blows. That's why everybody knows the best place for a Party is Uranus. Bossa nova Christmas Here in outer space. Loosen your Van Allen belt and shove some fruitcake In your face. Thank Astrid Gilberto When you're saying grace. It's a bossa nova Christmas Here in outer space. Bossa nova Christmas Here in outer space. Shoot your rocket in my crater. Let's cut to the chase. Put it in my asteroid and then blast off On my face. 'Cause it's a bossa nova Christmas Here in outer space.