WASSALIENS

(Tune: "Gower Wassail")

A wassail, a wassail, is our cry to you,
Our hair it is green and our faces are blue.
We've come to your town from a long way away
To bring you a wassail on this holy day.

Squax ni bong, squax ni bo, squax ni boo, squax ni bee,
Plingli bam glop, plingli vom glip, sing too ra li o.

Our wassail is made of the fuel from our drive,
Mixed with guano and toothpaste to keep it alive.
And we promise it's safe if you take it in sips:
That's exactly the way that it's fed to our ships.

Squax ni bong, squax ni bo, squax ni boo, squax ni bee,
Plingli bam glop, plingli vom glip, sing too ra li o.

It's we poor wassaliens up here in the cold,
When we set out your planet was not very old.
But we've studied your language so we know you understand,
So won't you have pity and please let us land.

Squax ni bong, squax ni bo, squax ni boo, squax ni bee,
Plingli bam glop, plingli vom glip, sing too ra li o.

We hope that your fleeps will grow manly and tall
So that on you the guano in plenty shall fall:
And let those who mine toothpaste strike many a rich vein
So that we may wassail you when we come again.

Squax ni bong, squax ni bo, squax ni boo, squax ni bee,
Plingli bam glop, plingli vom glip, sing too ra li o.

We've timed our arrival with exquisite care
So that when the great day came we knew we'd be there,
To share in the worship of goodness and light
And sleep on the ground for this one blessed night.

Squax ni bong, squax ni bo, squax ni boo, squax ni bee,
Plingli bam glop, plingli vom glip, sing too ra li o.

We'll stay but one night and then be on our way
Round the curve of the cosmos for many's the day:
Our course is predestined, we can't turn our drive,
But we'll come round again should your species survive.

Squax ni bong, squax ni bo, squax ni boo, squax ni bee,
Plingli bam glop, plingli vom glip, sing too ra li o.