Lyrics:

Late last night while wishing on a star
Down from the sky came a man in a car

He said 'Get in, Jackson
Come on let's go for a ride
Outta sight.'

Sitting in the cockpit strapped down in a chair
I said, 'Hey, tell me
What's that over there?'
He said, 'Meet my computer.'
He's a friendly son of a gun and we're having fun.

Playing cards on Venus in a cloudy room
Pass a glass of ammonia, I got to get off soon
Sunbathin' on Mercury or jammin' on Jupiter
Which do you prefer?

It's getting pretty late, I got to go home
Nice to have met you, what's your telephone?

Maybe soon I'll call you
If I can afford the fare
It's long distance out there.
Anus of Uranus, he's a friend of mine
He's a first-rate party and a real fine time
Anus of Uranus, he's a friend of mine
He's a first-rate party and a real fine time.