Poetry Slam Friday dun rite

Since Ramon can't stand up to do his Catholic duty and quell the sciatic schism in the usually stable suzerainty of his lower spine, it falls to me to present to you some obscure bit of doggerel masterful piece of prose discovered in the dankest corners of the web sung to me by angels in a moment of mystic nirvana.

It’s cold outside, there’s no kind of atmosphere,
I’m all alone, more or less.
Let me fly, far away from here,
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun.

I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose,
Drinking fresh mango juice.
Goldfish shoals, nibbling at my toes,
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun,
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun.

I’ll pack my bags, and head into hyperspace,
Velocity at time-warp speed.
Spend my days in ultraviolet rays,
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun.

We’ll lock on course, straight through the universe,
You and me, and the galaxy.
Reach the stage, hyperdrive’s engaged,
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun,
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun.

First prize for guessing the artist and song wins a dinner date and hot night with Perseus. Second prize is two dates with Perseus. Boom boom.