A little ditty for the Martian Probe

To the tune of my Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean

dan

my Probie lies in martian swamp land

my Probie aint listening to me

my Probie lies in martian swamp land

oh send back a signal to me!

send back, send back,

oh send back a signal to me, to me!

send back, send back,

oh send back a signal to me, to me!

my Probie has bent its antenna

my Probie seems awfully dead

my Probie has had a malfunction

it landed upside on its head

landed, landed,

it landed upside on its head, its head

landed, landed,

it landed upside on its head

my Probie cost 200 million

and this is what causes me pain

i think that another small error

has just flushed my cash down the drain

millions, millions,

200 million in flames, in flames

millions, millions,

200 million in flames

my next Probies just being built now

we've got it in parts in the shed

i'll just go and stick it together

this one better work or we're dead!

we're dead, we're dead,

if we lose another in outer space

we're dead, we're dead

if we lose another in space

my Probie is all built in metric

not inches, feet, yards or furlong

so entering imperial distance

will make its re-entry all wrong

burnt up, burnt up,

on entering atmosphere far too quick

burnt up, burnt up,

i think i am going to be sick