Steve: There’s a funny one with the classic Pistol photograph. They put John Terry and Lampard and Cudicini and Joe Cole on the heads of the Pistols. It looks pretty good. I’d like get that, put it on MySpace. I removed a bunch of people from Myspace actually the other day. I didn’t realize that the spies that I have, looking to find out if I’m not in their Top 8, they can’t check the ones that are blocked. You know the ones, they block their…you know, you can’t look at their profile?
Mr. Shovel: Unless you’re their friend.
Steve: Yeah. Which, obviously I didn’t put two-and-two together but the people who are checking can’t check them so I said, “Send me the heads of the ones who have the blocked things” and sure enough, there was about fifteen that were hiding in there without me in their top eight. I had to remove ‘em.
Mr. Shovel: That means they used to be your friend and they opted to get rid of you.
Steve: Yeah. So they’re gone.
Mr. Shovel: Yeah. Well, you’re gone from them.
Steve: No, I wasn’t gone from them. I wasn’t in their Top 8. Don’t you understand?
Mr. Shovel: Right, because you weren’t even in their top anything.
Steve: I was at one point. Don’t you understand?
Mr. Shovel: (laughing) Yes.
Steve: Gonna play some pimp today. A lot of pimp. I’m in the mood for some stuff. I’m not gonna do the voice and I don’t want to hear the same old soundbites for it. I’m just gonna play the music. Anything else happening today, Shovel?
Mr. Shovel: Piece of garbage floating around the space shuttle, that’s about it.
Steve: Oh, there is?
Mr. Shovel: Yeah.
Steve: Whatcha mean? There’s a space shuttle up there?
Mr. Shovel: Yeah, they got some garbage floating around. Made a big deal out of it.
Steve: What, and it hit the space shuttle?
Mr. Shovel: No, it’s just out there. They were worried about it.
Steve: Maybe it’s a dead person, got shot into space.
Mr. Shovel: That’s what I was thinking. I didn’t want to say it.
There’s a dead person
Floating around in space
I wonder who that person is
Maybe he was on myspace
Now he is removed because
He tried to sneak around
Without being in my Top 8
I put him in the cannon
Fired him up into the atmosphere
I left his clothes on
But I think they disintegrated up there
So he is knackered
You poor old sod
You should have left me in
Your Top 8
You’re out in space
Just a piece of garbage
Hitting space shuttles
And all them other things that do technology
What are them things called? Satellites.
Don’t defy the Pontiff
Or you will be removed
If you want to be my friend
Don’t just come and have a butcher’s
And then leave
What’s it like up in space
I’d like to know
Is it dark looking
Back at the earth
Is it a happy place
It must look quite happy from up there
But soon as you get closer to it
And a lot of wrong stuff goin on
It looks kind of blue
With some puffy clouds
And some green
Don’t let the blue move over to the green
Or we will drown
Please watch your emissions
And your fossils
The gas prices have come down
To make everybody feel happy
Oh oh oh
But you know it’s only temporary
Then they’ll have another jab
In a month or two
Oh oh oh oh
I wish I was a piece of garbage
Floating around in outer space
At least you don’t have to eat up there
Or sleep up there
You can’t do much but masterbate
In outer space
I heard it’s a better orgasm
When you’re in the outer atmosphere
Oh oh oh
I gotta remember to bring my Astroglide
The next time I ride in the cannon
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh