It's time for both of us to change our attitude
It's time to shed our clothes and bossa nova nude
We'll leave in no time, or, baby, even less
So hitch a ride with me on the Galaxy Express
Saddle up your satellite
It's a supersonic scene
Leave the drones in their biosphere
We're already there, if you know what I mean
Let's take a trip on a new astral plane
Bring your overcoat in case of acid rain
We'll take on new, far-out identities
And only you and I will know it's only you and me
Wee-oooh
I know a place on the far side of Mars
Strap on an astro-pack and take off for the stars
We'll play Inverti-Ball beneath a plastic dome
And when we've used our money up
We'll hitch a ride back home