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Cozmic Bez's Transendental Ride (A metaphysic plasma powered space cruise freedom glide)

Out in the vast tracts of space
Yet unexploited by the human race
Lives an old god from Egypt that you can trace
Renamed Cosmic Bez in his transcention
To his present state of graceful elevation

Millenia ago he dived out of his earthly home
Statues evidence his fame but not his will to roam
To this day he's not watched telly or spoken on the phone
But loves to feel the solar breeze when riding comets on his own
Some say one day he'll return to visit our planetary zone

With his body of a bear and his head shaped like a lion's
His waggely dick the same length as his tail as he flies on
Cruising upside down past the outer arms of Orion
He's got a secret about the mysteries of Zion
There's not only a teapot floating round the sun but a lava lamp and deluxe steam iron

Bez had a role as demon-queller
and a hairy big blue entertainer
With no worries living on the never never
Out surfin past the cats eye nebula
Friday nights he's drunk on lemoncella

But In the cosmic nights
from his weightless heights
Despite flying solar kites
He feels freedom's price
As the solitude bites
When he dreams of the Nile Delta, its sounds and sights
And his girlfriend a giant hippo with big blue tights

But

Watch out! in space there are things to avoid
Dodge the satellites and Chinese missiles wildly deployed
Black Holes and the Big Bangs endless noise
All these incidental to what Bez most enjoys
That is Planet combing to make collections of USA flags and far out children's toys

Butt

Naked back on Earth Bez's girl friend lies in her gracious royal hipp-o-cracy
Troubled at the states of burgeoning theocracies
Wondering if there will be an end to all fantasmiological hypocrisy
A notion that as we know is just plain silly; predictably, she dilly dallies
Dally dillies as then she thinks of Bez's dei-atastic waggly willy

So back in Space

It was in the future when Bez found some Junk on Mars
And in amongst the chocolate wrappers and broken old guitars
Lay a plasma powered scooter with a plastic seat and red handlebars
One press of all the buttons caused the cold fusion to restart
And he was reving it up for another journey through the stars