Buzz: A burned out planet,
In the Milky Way,
Might be safe to visit someday.
No creatures left, the sea is black.
Nobody’s going back.
Martian: Go Back!
And what we’ve seen is so serene.
Never going back to driving cars.
You’re safe now among the stars.
With the stars,
In the stars,
Now you’re safe with the stars.
Mission control: This is mission control.
Are you reading?
Come in Count Beat.
Are you out there?
Martian: Houston you’ve got a problem.
Buzz: Can’t get there from here.
Houston you’ve gotta problem.
I can’t hear you now.
Don’t call us, we’ll call you.