Stuck Here...

Stuck Here on a Starship for a Hundred Years Without No Body Blues

Ever wonder what it would be like to have your mind uploaded into a computer? You could live practically forever...

	G	C
	When you build a ship to	sail deep space

	D7
You	can't have a crew of mortal race

	G	C
	'Cause a hundred years from	star to star

	D7
With a	human crew is just too far.

G

Think of all the beer you'd have to carry.

C

Not to mention food.

D7

And, uh, other necessities.

So you fill your ship with a robot crew

And you build a computer captain, too.

You get some experience for free

From some old spacer's personality.

Maybe an old shuttle pilot

Who's just learned from his last mistake.

That's where I come in.

So you take some bloke who's halfway dead

And you haul him home and you

scan his head

And a hundred years of flying high

Is a damned good deal when you're

about to die.

'Til you've had a decade or two to

think it over.

Gets lonely out here.

A thousand frozen colonists don't count.

So there behind my solar sail

Are five hundred hunks of frozen tail

But if I thawed one and you know I could

It wouldn't do me a bit of good.

What would I use?

I've got no damned body, just a starship.

Couldn't even... oh, the heck with it!

Now a couple of billion miles astern

It's another lonesome sucker's turn.

So I'll radio back and say ``Hey you--

Oh, I didn't know they took women, too!''

``Lovely night tonight, isn't it?

Look at all them pretty stars.

Yeah, me too.''

So we'll talk, and murmer ``I love you''

Like other star-crossed lovers do

And in eighty years we've made a date--

Did you ever see two starships mate?

We've got our robot crews,

And we figure they can put together--

Oh, none of your damned business!