[Intro] [Spoken ad-lib] You brought the map? [Spoken ad-lib] I brought a sandwich. [Verse 1: Rapper One] We left the launch pad with a cooler full of grapes, A thrift-store telescope and three untested escapes. You said, “Hold the ladder,” I said, “Which end’s the floor?” Then the moon rang twice like a neighbor at the door. Our captain wore a bathrobe, our pilot wore a grin, The dashboard had a button labeled “Let the weird begin.” We took a little detour past the rings of Saturn’s hat, And waved at a green guy selling maps out of a vat. [Verse 2: Rapper Two] I’m charting our position with a crayon and a spoon, The compass keeps on pointing at a dancing cartoon moon. You’re calling out the numbers; I’m calling out the snacks, We got two left socks and a trumpet in the packs. A comet did a kickflip, landed neat beside the ship, The captain yelled, “That’s science!” and adjusted his lip. We traded it a kazoo for a ride around the bend, Now the stars are singing backup like they know us as a friend. [Chorus: Both / Choir] Hey, we’re on the bright side, laughing all the way, A pocketful of wonder and a long, ridiculous day. Hey, keep the door wide, let the whole crew in, If the universe is huge, we’ll make room for our friends. [Verse 3: Rapper One] We found a tiny planet where the sidewalks sprout like lawns, A mayor made of tinsel shook our hands and polished both our pawns. He asked us for the secret to a fine interstellar trip; I said, “Pack extra socks and don’t let go of the ship.” My partner drew a mustache on the map’s official face, Then named the nearest crater “The Snack Retrieval Place.” We bounced through a blue cloud, came out wearing matching hats, The stars were clapping slowly—then they sped up with the bats. [Verse 4: Rapper Two] Now the bassline’s in my boots and the horizon’s doing loops, The brass section’s from a moon band with improbable suits. We’re trading quick remarks while the satellites all spin, “Did you see that?” “I saw three.” “Which one?” “The one with the grin.” We salute every strange neighbor from the porch of our craft, Make a toast with fizzy water, let the whole galaxy laugh. When the home lights show, we’ll tell the folks we knew: The best trip in the cosmos is the one you share with your crew. [Chorus: Both / Choir] Hey, we’re on the bright side, laughing all the way, A pocketful of wonder and a long, ridiculous day. Hey, keep the door wide, let the whole crew in, If the universe is huge, we’ll make room for our friends. [Bridge: Call and Response] [Rapper One] Who packed the telescope? [Rapper Two] You did, I packed the pie. [Rapper One] Who steered us past the comet? [Rapper Two] The pie was in my eye! [Both] We made it back together, with a story and a grin, [Choir] There’s always room for one more friend to climb in. [Final Chorus: Both / Choir] Hey, we’re on the bright side, laughing all the way, A pocketful of wonder and a long, ridiculous day. Hey, raise the roof high, let the whole crew sing, We came home with a comet and a tinsel wedding ring! Hey, we’re on the bright side, every voice can join, From the farthest little planet to our own backyard again. If the universe is huge, we’ll make room for our friends, If the universe is huge, we’ll make room for our friends! [Outro] [Spoken ad-lib] Next time, bring two maps. [Spoken ad-lib] And a second sandwich.
