And then...


The Galaxy Song (C)                         Eric Idle/John Du Prez

“Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown, and things seem hard or tough, and people are stupid, obnoxious or daft, and you feel that you've had quite enough…”

            C                            Em                      Am                      C
Just re-member that you're standing on a       planet that's    e-volving
Our      galaxy                   it-self contains a    hundred billion    stars;
Our      universe                it-self keeps on ex- panding and   ex-panding,

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And ro-tating at             9 hundred       miles an    hour.
It's a    hundred thousand light-years   side to       side;
In          all of the            di-rections       it can         whiz;

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It's orbiting at      19 miles a   second, so it's            reckoned,
It    bulges in the middle 16   thousand light-years thick, but out by
As fast as it can go, at the    speed of light, you    know,

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The sun that is the       source of all our       power.
       us it's just            3,000      light years    wide.
12    million miles a       minute, that's the      fastest speed there is.

               C                                  Em                            Am                      C
Now the sun, and you and         me, and all the          stars that we can see,
We're      30 thousand                light-years from Ga-lactic Central      Point
So      re- member, when you're feeling very               small and   inse-cure,

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Are       moving at a       million         miles a      day,
We go 'round every 2   hundred      million       years;
How a- mazingly    un- likely          was your   birth;

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In the    outer spiral             arm, at       40,000 miles an          hour,
And our galaxy                it-self is one of   millions of               billions
And       pray that there's in-telligence       somewhere out in   space,

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Of a                galaxy we                           call the Milky       Way.
In this          a- mazing and                  ex- panding         uni- verse.
‘Cause I'm   a- fraid that we've been         cheated here on   Earth!