Into the Space Port Delta
Flew the Phenomenauts one fine day
They didn't talk to anyone
They had nothing to say
Nobody asked their business
Nobody gave them lip
Because those handsome strangers
Had the big irons on their hips
The third moon was just rising
When they set their spaceship down
They couldn't rock in deep space
Because there was no sound
They were playing some space football
When Joebot made a slip
It's mighty hard to play
With a big iron on your hip
We're here to rock your socks off
Not put you in your beds
And when the show is over
We'll take on Neptune Ted
Orbit started barking
And we knew he was around
Neptune Ted was angry
He wanted a showdown
He beat the Foos-O-Matic
With the built in high speed chip
And promptly destroyed it
That's not good sportsmanship
Our heroes grabbed the handles
And so began the fight
Neptune Ted was spinning
And spinning just ain't right
But even with his cheating
The score was 8 to zip
Ted pulled out his blaster
And emptied out his clip
The shots went BangZoomZip
And 'F' for marksmanship
So drew the four and shot the spore
And loaded up our ship
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