Someone sent this to me ages ago, i don't know who wrote it, but I presume it ia a parody of "Ramblin Rover"

Oh there's astronauts -a-plenty and launches barely 20
They'll wait out the 1990's and may never get off the ground
But give me a Martian rover. Just send a hundred over
And with Option Shift and Clover I will tele explore around

Oh there's eager anticipation of weightless copulation
It's become a pre-occupation for which many a pair rehearse
Just call me a doubting Thomas Hold on to your pajamas
'Cause a trip to the Bahamas would be easier on the purse

Oh there's many who planned on swimmin' with naked Martian women
In canals they believed were brimmin' for their steamy romantic spree
They must feel a mite embarrassed: we found no Martian heiress
But there's Valles Marineris; that's romantic enough for me
I have roamed throughout the planets You wonder how I can?
It's that wherever the robots land it's just a matter of tuning in
You may think a spacesuit better but I feel so much wetter
With a sea of molten lead or liquid methane against me skin