Evander Holyfield

All I know is that I feel like I'm lost in space Go ring up that Doctor Smith now, you know where to find his place And he's got a another invention one that might just save us all Much better then the last one you, but that Smith he never takes that fall I don't know what's good with him, but I know it's time I play with myself And all I see are those eyes they all have judged a few Eight legs and as many opinions as those creatures that tend to abuse And they're reading their alternative facts now, all about some fucking atmosphere Where the hydrogen is highly volatile, but it's used to make terrific beer Who the f*ck is up now I guess I'm not alone, but who the f*ck is up now Cuz I know it's time I play with myself Sending probes to the moon tends to alleviate the strain Danger, danger Will Robinson, you've reached the galaxy of lies