You say
We've got ourselves in trouble,
The Vogons are attacking,
And we're falling apart.
We called for help and got berated,
And then got separated;
Thus our next adventure starts.
Chorus:
And I said, how about breakfast at Milliways?
It's at the end of the Universe - is that
Impossible? It was incredibly weird there,
And I said, yeah, so what else is new?
There waa-as, this cow who let us meet it,
It wanted us to eat it,
But it still felt wrong.
As we watched, the Universe was over,
But for us it wasn't over,
Now wasn't that show fun?
Chorus
So now, we're stranded here on this planet,
The very one I came from,
But long before my time.
Looks like our odd journey has ended;
I'll miss those I've befriended,
But I wish I could go home.
Chorus 3x
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Douglas Adams except my lyrics and the song "Breakfast at Tiffany's", which belongs to Deep Blue Something. No copyright infringement is intended; I write because it's fun. :-)
