Nerd punk from Portland, OR

Hyperspace Pub Crawl

Screw this place!
I'm headed to outer space,
For a hyperspace pub crawl.
Gonna hit every dive,
From here to Ceti Alpha 5,
On a hyperspace pub crawl.
Hyperspace pub crawl. Let's go!

I need a drink. Let's disperse!
First stop's the restaurant at the end of the universe.
Hit lightspeed. Let's go a little faster
I want a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster.

Stumbling toward Ten Forward.
Klingon blood wine is what will be ordered.
Grab an Arcturian Fizz.
Pop, pop, drink, drink. Oh, what a buzz it is.

Screw this place!
I'm headed to outer space,
For a hyperspace pub crawl.
Gonna hit every dive,
From here to Ceti Alpha 5,
On a hyperspace pub crawl.
Hyperspace pub crawl. Let's go!

As long as the sandworms don't eat us,
We'll drink some Spice Beer on the dunes of Arakiss.
Then two Jovian Sunspots at least,
On Earth's last best hope for peace.

I want to party with Centauri.
We can do our hair while we're drinking Brivari.
Then get some Mudder's Milk and sing the refrain,
"The hero of Canton. The man they call Jayne."

Screw this place!
I'm headed to outer space,
For a hyperspace pub crawl.
Gonna hit every dive,
From here to Ceti Alpha 5,
On a hyperspace pub crawl.
Hyperspace pub crawl. Let's go!

Beer milkshake!
Romulan Ale!
Finagle's Folly!
Blue milk!

Screw this place!
I'm headed to outer space,
For a hyperspace pub crawl.
Gonna hit every dive,
From here to Ceti Alpha 5,
On a hyperspace pub crawl.
Hyperspace pub crawl. Let's go!
Hyperspace pub crawl. Let's go!