Letters from the Lunar Outpost

He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more; but he that loses his courage loses all.
- Cervantes, Spanish Novelist, Dramatist, and Poet (1547-1616)

My, my . . . oh, my my
My mama caught me with a magazine, yeah
Sweet dreams, my Brazilian queens
Cutest trio that you’ve ever seen, now

Prescription pills, psychiatrist bills
I know where my head is at
Won’t you please just give me a hand?

You say you know my soul
But do you know me in a way that’s real?
You say paradise awaits
And all I want is just to cop a feel

Prescription pills, psychiatrist bills
I know where my head is at
Won’t you please just give me a hand?

I got my monkey spanked
I got no guilt at all
You got a dirty mind
Obscene is what you call a pretty girl undressed while you try
to keep those thoughts repressed

Confession booths, unknowable truths
I know where my head is at
Won’t you please just give me a hand?

(Give me a hand . . . )

I got my monkey spanked
I got no guilt at all
You got a dirty mind
Obscene is what you call a pretty girl undressed while you try
to keep those thoughts repressed

I know where my head is at
Won’t you please just give me a hand? (x 4)

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