Asteroid Named Rest Stop

A E A When I pulled old 307 out of Marsport D A E The weather station said storms all the way A They stuck me with a cargo of live chickens D A dozen drunken miners, E And five hung over Shriners A D A The brake jet lining's overworn and pitted D A E The gasket on the cargo hatch was gone A E A I figured we could get as far as Phobos D E A But I didn't think we'd get much further on. D A And I'm looking for an asteroid named Rest Stop D A E Relief driver damn well better be waiting for me there A Cuz after fifteen hours of bussin' D Third class cargo and riders cussin' A E A I just might drive to blazes and not care. A E A I chugged on up to Phobos on our last fumes D A E And prayed their engineers could heal my jets A E A Cuz storms had broke the locks and freed the chickens D And they were crappin' on the miners, E And runnin' from the Shriners A D A My jets were full of feathers and limp fezzes D A E And my two latrines were backed up in the hall A E A With chicken crap and ore dust on my main bridge D E A I could only hope that Phobos heard my call D A And I'm looking for an asteroid named Rest Stop D A E Relief driver damn well better be waiting for me there A Cuz after fifteen hours of bussin' D Third class cargo and riders cussin' A E A I just might drive to blazes and not care. A E A At Phobos port they held me up in docking D A E Then they stuck me off in Bay 117 (downwind) A E A The customs man walked in, breathed once, and fainted D Then got up, ran out and screamed E For a fumigation team A D A The passengers ran for the door and jammed it D A E And it took more than an hour to haul them clear A E A I found a bar and broke some regulations D E A Then I went out looking for an engineer. D A And I'm looking for an asteroid named Rest Stop D A E Relief driver damn well better be waiting for me there A Cuz after fifteen hours of bussin' D Third class cargo and riders cussin' A E A I just might drive to blazes and not care. A E A I found this Joe Von Krugin on a barstool D A E And so drunk on coolant fumes he couldn't stand A E A I told him I could pay him in fresh chickens D If he'd try to fix my drive E So we could leave that port alive A D A He staggered to my ship and stood there laughing D A E While bedraggled spaced-out chickens filled the air A E A He sat down on the nearest passed-out Shriner D E A And he said, "Just shoot this ship, it's only fair." (It's dead, Jim) D A And I'm looking for an asteroid named Rest Stop D A E Relief driver damn well better be waiting for me there A Cuz after fifteen hours of bussin' D Third class cargo and riders cussin' A E A I just might drive to blazes and not care. A E A I called the third shift office and they told me D A E Son there's no replacement short of your next stop A E A I paid out four fat chickens for a patch job D Got my riders back on board E Then in came seven more A D A God, they were Martian mercenaries mean as cat dirt D A E And some damn-fool miner offered them a fight A E A They was hacking through my back seats with machetes D E A As I cleared that port and drove out through the night. D A And I'm looking for an asteroid named Rest Stop D A E Relief driver damn well better be waiting for me there A Cuz after fifteen hours of bussin' D Third class cargo and riders cussin' A E A I just might drive to blazes and not care. A E A I locked the ports and holed up in my cabin D A E And listened to the ruckus in the rear A E A And I got a wild idea to cut the g-force D And let the folks, fowl and all E Go mix up in free fall A D A Now I nurse my rusty engines toward that asteroid D A E When they ask me what my cargo is I'll say A E A It's free fall Martian Stew and Chicken Gumbo D E A Lord, that station better not be far away. D A And I'm looking for an asteroid named Rest Stop D A E Relief driver damn well better be waiting for me there A Cuz after fifteen hours of bussin' D Third class cargo and riders cussin' A E A I just might drive to blazes and not care. D E A I just might drive to blazes and not care.