Luke Doyle: Cerf Bennetts and we've got new haircuts
Got new space suits to protect our nuts
Pretending we're drunk to impress the chicks

But they don't know we've got tiny
Eskies, no pepsis, alcoholic beverages
Keeping VB's at palatable temperatures

VB's stealthily nabbed from Dad's stash
Too busy getting through an episode of MASH
Sipping creamy sodas now, keeping us in the mood

We're reckless animals, peggin' our finger food
Dance behind the hot girls when we hit the D-floor
They don't kiss us coz' we're dealing with a cold sore


Walshey: Make dem ladies go 'ah', muscle bound quads
So big don't fit in the escape pods

Pass the parcel, I'll pin your tail with my donkey
Cerfed their party and their paintings are wonky
Sadistic beasts, party's rebirthed

Don't need no space helmet, all get Cerfed

Greg: Cerf Bennetts my circuits are going haywire

... fire

Chorus: We have returned, to this planet. To have fun.

We've got the beers, we're all set. Don't tell mum.

Shauny: Walshey's dead, took his mother-Cerfin' helmet off

Lost a dear friend, Marty can Cerf off
Quiche on my shirt, lucky mum's got the OMO
Could be spew, Shauny's thinking oh no

Selfies with the chicks, try to get me some action
I have the right, it's the Cerf Bennett sanction
Two chicks kissin', party's so hectic

Turn off the lights coz' I'm epileptic

Captain: I'm the captain, it's my turn to rap

Don't pull Marty's finger, it's a trap
We all fell for the stupid trick
Open the space lock, give him the flick.


CHORUS X2