There's a place called The Funky Neon Satellite,
And there's a party when the sequence of the moon is right, 

Whoa

Solar winds blow through my hair, 
As I ride up in my rockship to meet my friends there

Cosmic drums fill the room
Galactic rythms pulsating 

Holodeck's where we dance
My lunar love lady's waiting

And we were born to be free
Yeah were star children baby 
This is our galaxy, mmmmm~~

Star children, yeah~~~
(We are star children baby this is our galaxy)

Heavenly bodies rockin all around me,
Heavenly bodies rockin and roll

Thanks Mike