Perhaps I should entitle this post " 'How I Spent My Summer Vacation' by SharonA" (still, writing Song Challenge! songs is better than suffocating in the record-breaking heat outside... and MUCH better than having to go to work!) I have two songs; I'll post each one separately, for the sake of the little library computer!


SPACE SPUDDITY
(Tune: "Space Oddity" by David Bowie)

Ground Control to Minor Steve,
Ground Control to Minor Steve:
Stuff your ce-ment mixer in the plastic sleeve.

Ground Control to Minor Steve: (10, 9, 8...)
We wish you'd hurry up and leave! (7, 6, 5, 4...)
Push red button, and take spuds away with youuuuu... (3, 2, 1, pi** off)

This is Ground Control to Minor Steve:
You freely paid for Grade-
-A potatoes just to show us, in the air,
How they're fine for heaving -- ask us if we care!

This is Minor Steve to Ground Control:
I'm stepping on some mashed
Red potatoes, and I'll be one if I crash
And the world will have another little gash

For here am I sitting in a mixer,
Low above the world.
Taters are my crew
And there's spuds in my Mac, too.

Though I've passed potatoes -- piles and piles --
I'm feeling paranoid
'Cause their eyes all watch me ev'rywhere I go.
Tell these spuds I need a little "space" -- they grow!

Ground Control to Minor Steve:
You're just as nuts as we believe.
Man, you're queer, see, Minor Steve!
Man, you're queer, see, Minor Steve!
Man, you're queer, see, Minor Steve!
Man, you're queeeeer...

...am I sitting in my mixer,
Low above the lawn.
Taters are my crew
And their expiration's due...