Mama Rosa's
	Clif Flynt  Copyright 1978

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Look through the port, it's a blinking red star.
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It could be a nova, but it's not very far,
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Just nuzzle on the jets and there you are.
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It's Mama Rosa's Spaceport and Bar.
 
Well, The liquor's flowing free in the zero gravity,
And the skirts are a whizzing through the air,
With the thirst a spacer has for fast music and jazz,
Mama Rosa's is a heaven beyond compare.
 
Grab a bubble flask of beer, to the music cock an ear,
Grab yourself some girl around the waist,
Well, you'll find that they're all nice and you won't have to ask one twice,
Why old Mama Rosa's is heaven right in space.
 
Well, now once there was a fed, from the tax department said,
Why old Mama Rosa's never paid a cent,
So he slipped himself aboard with a load of lunar oar,
And into Mama Rosa's that man went.
 
And he said, 'Now Mama Dear, you will serve for twenty years,
As I've said before you never paid a cent.
Though your whorbitting above that Dear Old Land I Love,
Uncle Sam's decided you must pay your rent.
 
Mama heaved a big old sigh and she looked him in the eye,
And she asked that feller how much he was paid,
'Cause,' she said 'I need a cook, and I think you got the look
Of being worth ten times what you've been paid'
 
Well, he smiled a smile so wide, and he said 'Now, that's a bribe'
You could see his face a-filling up with cheer,
And his pencil made a mark on his official little chart,
And he said 'Now that just earned you five more years'
 
Well, Old Mama kind of shirked, 'cause, she'd knowed it wouldn't work
And she lifted up one finger for a girl.
Well, one floated up and said, as that taxman turned bright red,
'Hey there, Big Boy, We got time, Let's take a Whirl.'
 
Now, she led that man away with a gentle kind of sway
to the parlor with the observation port,
And she said, 'Now you got time, but I'm back on work at nine
I guess we'll have to make this fast and short.'
 
'Well', she said, 'Now I've been here on this rock about five years.
But the view from here just never makes me tired,
Don't you know I've lost my taste for every single groundbound place,
You know, I'm staying here when I've retired'
  
Now, that taxman turned his face to that view of all of space.
You could see the wonder growing in his eyes
Well, He just hung there and looked, and his hands and knees they shook,
Til he fogged that goddam viewport with his sighs
 
  
Well, that taxman he remained, and you know he ain't the same.
He's as happy as a turtle in its shell.
And now, my friend, you've learned why your ham and eggs are burned,
And the cooking at Mama Rosa's is like hell!
  
But the liquours flowing free in the zero gravity,
And the skirts keep on whizzing through the air,
Well, the booze and broads are fine, and you should taste that algae wine,
But the cooking at Mama Rosa's don't compare.
  
        It don't compare with food
           They use the scrambled eggs for emergency patches
             play handball with the hardboiled eggs,
          But the stew will stick to your ribs,
                And the woof of you mouf....
             and the back of wour froat....