Slingshot McFeelers

You're careening down the spaceways hoping that your grub
won't be another overheated, preformed gastric stub.
You maneuver near a star to use its gravity
and antennae in the scope behind you gives you levity.

(Chorus)
Swing by Slingshot McFeelers to feed your crew.
Swing by Slingshot McFeelers. It'll change your mood.
Designed for your trip, it won't turn into goo.
Swing by Slingshot McFeelers. It's Real Fast Food.

Order at three minutes out. We'll match your perihee.
A hypertechnic eggshell will follow at your v.
A computer navigation system docks it at your lee,
then enjoy a hot and piping meal in the stellar sea.

(Chorus)

We've built a million ovens to cook what spacers need.
We've built a million rockets to get it up to speed.
We hired a million engineers so we would succeed.
You've paid a million credits for your fries and for our greed.

(Chorus)

Copyright © 1998, Sherman Dorn
Last updated July 6, 1998
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