Verse 1

R1: I've got your nickels sittin' with three G's and they can spin them constantly. It's quick as pickles.
R2: Hey, honestly I can do that
R1: Naw, you'd spin them sloppily.
R2: Where's my shhhhheeshyshs
R1: That colony you wanted? It's on backorder. Gettin' mortared. With plaster all over the border.
R2: Plastering a colony?
R1: It's a drywall colony.
R2: Is my spaceship delayed too?
R1: Yeah


Chorus

Can I still be an astronaut when stock is an afterthought?
Can I still be an astronaut when I only got handlebars to prove it?
Can I still be an astronaut when I'm living in Travelodge?
Can I still be an astronaut when stock is an afterthought? Hear hear.


Verse 2

R2: You're pickin' my pocket when you hold my rocket
R1: Yeah you signed on the dotted .. LINE
R2: You gotta give me them structures. Do you think that yo' scuppering a sucka?
R1: RIIIGH
R2: You're gonna feel a legal ripple
R1: From a monetary cripple? You're just a zero, now I'm in the triple triples. Your cash flow just trickles.
R2: Quit your bit of quibble. You can take your quick pickles and stick'em where it tickles.


(Repeat Chorus)