Crawling from the wreckage

walking through the wasteland

searching for a sign of life

another lonely spaceman



Jet pack of my back

helmet on my head

laser in my shoulder holster

then somebody said



Do not move, do not run

do not reach for your ray gun

turn and face the queen of outer space



She was tall

She was green

She was penthouse magazine



Pure and chaste

the queen of outer space



she led me to titania

she took me to her chamber

she said i was now a guest

and i was out of danger



knee boots on her legs

hands upone her hips

sweet nothings flowing

from those lucious lips



Do not move, do not run

do not reach for your ray gun

turn and face the queen of outer space



She was sleek

she was blessed

she had three enormous breast



in my face

the queen of outer space



Do not move, do not run

do not reach for your ray gun

turn and face the queen of outer space



lead me on

through your door

where no man has gone before...

to take my place with the queen of outer space