Sigma Terra Corps
Trad.Irish "The Wild Rover
Words: Wolf von Witting 970727

I've been a space ranger for many a year
And I spent all my credits on synthblog and beer
And when I returned with uridium in store
Then I never will play the space ranger no more

And it's no, nay, never        (dis-in-te-grate)
No, nay, never, no more
Will I play the space ranger
No never, no more

I went to buy Jupiter in the Asimov bar
where at nightfall the aliens came from near and far
A one-eye robot kept pokin' on me
I reminded him gently of laws 1-2-3

Bob Heinlein has got a weird little cat
Harry Harrison feeds his stainless steel rat
The beast of science fiction, they have certain charm
You must visit George Orwells neat Animal Farm

In 2001 I met Arthur C Clarke
When I came to Sri Lanka one day after dark
I brought with me a dozen of bold and brave men
And we shared all the drinks until 2010

And if you come to Reading, then you wont be bored
Just knock at the house where it says "Stableford"
And if Brian is home, then you wait and see
You might get a lesson in Sexual Chemistry