Toxic space weevils
infesting the ship.
I wanted them to leave,
of course, of course.
Toxic space weevils
infesting my hair.
But, they're making it
look so fine,
I think I'll keep them there.
My hair looks,
oh so fine,
So, I'll keep the weevils there.
But what of my ship
and the toxic mess it's in.
What will I do?
Who will I call?

I can't call
my brother,
because
he told me already,
"Avoid the space weevils.
You only need
space kitty cats.
Avoid the space weevils.
Space kitty cats are where it's at.
If you have enough of them,
you'll never worry about the weevils.
So get yourself some
space kitty cats
and then you won't fear.
Get yourself some
space kitty cats
and you can sit and have a beer."

So, I did not call my brother.
I did not want to hear.
I did not call my brother.
So I called my mother.
She said,
"Did you remember
to change your underwear?
Because, I know you don't
bathe frequently
when you're in a ship
way up there."

So I told her
how I clean my bits,
and I spared no detail.
And when I was done,
I was not thinking
about the weevils in my hair.

I just moved along,
doing my job.
Decorating
for the holiday.
I just moved along,
doing my job.
Decorating for the
very special day.

Because!
It was almost
the very best-est day.
The day that the
Santa Claus comet
would be
coming here today.