Daddy’s Little Star

1950s Space-Age Pop, Big Band Swing, Cinematic Jazz, Sassy Female Vocals, Mid-Atlantic Accent, Brass Stabs, Walking Bassline, Sophisticated, Retro-Futuristic

V4.5-ALL

(Intro)
(Smooth, walking double-bass enters)
(The clink of ice in a glass)
(Laizer’s voice, spoken) "Oh, please. If I wanted a bumpy ride, I’d have taken a bus. Do try to keep up, darling."
(Verse 1)
From the velvet parlors of the Upper East Side
To a cockpit where the commoners reside
Silver-blue fur with a high-sheen glow
The finest navigator that the credits can show
Daddy bought the diploma, but I brought the brain
While you’re flying blind, I’m avoiding the rain
Of asteroid clusters and budget-rate ships
With a smirk on my face and a sneer on my lips.
(Pre-Chorus)
Adjust the aviators, gold rims on the bridge
I’ll find a shortcut past the lunar ridge
The Dramatica hums, though she’s rusted and old
I make this tin can look like solid gold.
(Chorus)
She’s Laizer, the star of the Astral fleet
In a custom-tailored suit that can’t be beat
With a Mid-Atlantic drawl and a heart of ice
She’ll save your life, but you’ll pay the price
Spatial intuition in a cocktail glass
The smartest cat in the graduating class!
(Verse 2)
Simulation Six was a tedious bore
I finished my martini and I headed for the door
They called it "reckless," I called it "flair"
Stole a hover-yacht just for the air
Now I’m stuck on this tub with a crew of fools
Who think that "safety" is the first of the rules
Ugh, is that polyester? Don't stand so close
Your lack of aesthetics is truly morose.
(Bridge)
(Tempo picks up—big brass solo)
(Sound of a flask opening)
“Daddy’s Little Star,” it’s engraved on the side
The only thing keeping me on this ride
I’ll calculate the vectors while you fumble the stick
One flick of my tail—god, I’m fast, and I’m chic!
(Chorus)
She’s Laizer, the star of the Astral fleet
In a custom-tailored suit that can’t be beat
With a Mid-Atlantic drawl and a heart of ice
She’ll save your life, but you’ll pay the price
Spatial intuition in a cocktail glass
The smartest cat in the graduating class!
(Outro)
(Music slows to a smoky jazz finish)
Get out of my chair. Yes, the Captain’s.
It suits my fur better anyway.
(Ice clinks)
Now, someone find me a nebula with decent lighting...
I look dreadful in this sector.
(Final brass stab)

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(Intro) (Smooth, walking double-bass enters) (The clink of ice in a glass) (Laizer’s voice, spoken) "Oh, please. If I wanted a bumpy ride, I’d have taken a bus. Do try to keep up, darling." (Verse 1) From the velvet parlors of the Upper East Side To a cockpit where the commoners reside Silver-blue fur with a high-sheen glow The finest navigator that the credits can show Daddy bought the diploma, but I brought the brain While you’re flying blind, I’m avoiding the rain Of asteroid clusters and budget-rate ships With a smirk on my face and a sneer on my lips. (Pre-Chorus) Adjust the aviators, gold rims on the bridge I’ll find a shortcut past the lunar ridge The Dramatica hums, though she’s rusted and old I make this tin can look like solid gold. (Chorus) She’s Laizer, the star of the Astral fleet In a custom-tailored suit that can’t be beat With a Mid-Atlantic drawl and a heart of ice She’ll save your life, but you’ll pay the price Spatial intuition in a cocktail glass The smartest cat in the graduating class! (Verse 2) Simulation Six was a tedious bore I finished my martini and I headed for the door They called it "reckless," I called it "flair" Stole a hover-yacht just for the air Now I’m stuck on this tub with a crew of fools Who think that "safety" is the first of the rules Ugh, is that polyester? Don't stand so close Your lack of aesthetics is truly morose. (Bridge) (Tempo picks up—big brass solo) (Sound of a flask opening) “Daddy’s Little Star,” it’s engraved on the side The only thing keeping me on this ride I’ll calculate the vectors while you fumble the stick One flick of my tail—god, I’m fast, and I’m chic! (Chorus) She’s Laizer, the star of the Astral fleet In a custom-tailored suit that can’t be beat With a Mid-Atlantic drawl and a heart of ice She’ll save your life, but you’ll pay the price Spatial intuition in a cocktail glass The smartest cat in the graduating class! (Outro) (Music slows to a smoky jazz finish) Get out of my chair. Yes, the Captain’s. It suits my fur better anyway. (Ice clinks) Now, someone find me a nebula with decent lighting... I look dreadful in this sector. (Final brass stab)

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