[Intro] Slack Bagle on the porch, counting satellites The Bong Rips rolled in late with a jar of pickle bites [Verse 1] I packed a moon pie in a lunchbox made of tin Checked the tractor twice, then forgot where I'd been The silo wore a helmet, the rooster drove the van We waved at Mars and stole a spoon from the county fair stand [Chorus] Pass the snacks, we're taking off Gravy moon and tater stars Barn-door rocket, haystack launch Nobody knows how far we are [Verse 2] A comet hit the cooler, fizzing root beer rain We drew a map to Saturn on a feed-store grain Your boots were full of popcorn, mine were full of beans We chased a purple possum through the soybean machine [Chorus] Pass the snacks, we're taking off Gravy moon and tater stars Barn-door rocket, haystack launch Nobody knows how far we are [Bridge] Slack Bagle said, “The cows know more than we do” The Bong Rips said, “That barn has got a view” So we parked beside the pasture, turned the headlights low And taught a little scarecrow how to moonwalk slow [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] Pass the snacks, we're taking off Gravy moon and tater stars Barn-door rocket, haystack launch Laughing past the county line [Outro] If you find us, bring some crackers And a compass made of cheese We’ll be drifting by the windmill Making friends with satellite bees
