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From: ughenry@sunybcs.UUCP (Henry Neeman)
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Subject: Re: Galaxy Song
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Date: Sun, 12-May-85 17:30:54 EDT
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> 
> 	Last weekend, I saw Monty Python's "The Meaning of Life" on
> cable, and I fell in love with the Galaxy Song.  You know, the one about
> the earth traveling around the sun, which is moving through the galaxy,
> which is moving through the universe, etc.  It was sung both in the middle
> of the move, and during the closing credits.
> 	I would dearly love to have the lyrics to this song.  If anyone
> could mail me a copy, I would greatly appreciate it.
> 
> 						Fran Heidlage
> 						duke!phs!jfh

The song goes like this:
 
     Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown,
     And things seem hard or tough,
     And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,
     And you feel that you've had quite enou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ough...

  Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving,
      Revolving at nine hundred miles an hour;
  That's orbiting at nineteen (90?) miles a second, so it's reckoned,
      A sun that is the source of all our power.
  The sun, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see,
      Are moving at a million miles a day,
  In an outward spiral arm at forty thousand miles an hour
      Of a galaxy we call the Milky Way.

  The galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars,
      It's a hundred thousand lightyears side to side;
  It bulges in the middle sixteen (60?) thousand lightyears thick,
      But out by us it's just three thousand lightyears wide.
  We're thirty thousand lightyears from Galactic Central Point,
      We go 'round ev'ry two hundred million years,
  And our galaxy is only one of millions and billions
      In this amazing and expanding universe.

       (Here there is a short waltz with Eric Idle as the singer
        and Terry Jones as the frumpy housewife.)

  The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding,
      In all of the directions it can whiz;
  As fast as it can go, the speed of light, you know,
      Twelve million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is.
  So remember when you're feeling very small and insecure,
      How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
  And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
      'Cause there's buggerall down here on Earth!

BTW, this whole song, in case you don't remember, is part of an effort on
John Cleese's part to get Terry to give up his/her liver for an organ
donation.  The dialogue after the song goes something like this:

Terry:  It all makes you seem so . . . insignificant.

John:  Yeah . . . .  So . . . can we have your liver out?

Terry:  Yeah, all right.


ughenry@buffalo (Henry J. Neeman @ State University of New York at Buffalo)

P. S.:  If you want more Python, just ask.