IN THE NOT TOO DISTANT FUTURE

Next Sunday A.D.

 

Hey dude you found my frequency, I’m so grateful you’re here

You sure might not believe me but I’ve had a crazy year

I’m trapped up on this satellite with all these crazy bots

and this maddened lady scientist who’s calling all the shots

She makes us watch bad movies and it really is the pits

You gotta send some help before I up and call it quits.

 

Help me man, I’m SOL on the Satellite of Love!

 

No don’t sign off, I’m not insane, you can queue it up and see

It’s a madman’s own experiment and it’s on Netflix TV

She monitors my sanity to see if I’m still here

and even when I do comply I live each day in fear

The bots are here to help me and we have a lot of fun

Inventing things and playing skits to cheer up everyone

The bots, man, they’re all really great, see for yourself, it’s true

If you’re the man to get us out we’ll all come chill with you.

 

Help me man, I’m SOL on the Satellite of Love!

 

Look I don’t care ‘bout all you say that’s going on down there

I’ll risk riots or pandemics, I don’t need to cut my hair

I’ve just gotta get out of here before I’m really nuts

I can’t watch one more cheesefest dude, no ifs or ands or buts

I’ve built us all an escape pod, our plan is grand and new

So if I get us out of here, can we come crash with you?

Help me man, I’m SOL on the Satellite of Love!