Come along Harry and Mary and Joe. Pack up some lunches, and everyone go. Fill up the camper, drive down to White Sands, And we'll pour the champagne when the Space Shuttle lands.
Chorus: Twelve thousand, half-million, million and more Picnicking out on the warm-water shore. Nobody notes that we're always at hand To watch all the space-ships that take off and land.
It's the loveliest show on this Earth that you'll see; It's living and real, not just tape-on-TV. So come to Canaveral, and bring lots of beer. When the space-ship takes off we'll all stand up and cheer.
Politicians ignore us, the media too; But if they don't notice, the ships always do. See her landing so lightly, you'd swear that she cares That she flies on two wings and a good million prayers.
So come let's go witness the takeoff today While the world's biggest beach-party cheers her away. We'll bang the drums proudly and blow on the conch. Leave a sign on your door that just says "Out to Launch."