Off to probe again
I just hate to get out the probe again
The life I have is prodding, poking in some ends
Oh I just hate to get out the probe again

Off to probe again
Flyin’ places where we’ve never been
Seein’ things that one should never see, my friend
And I just hate to get out the probe again

And we’ll find again
Just a bunch of loonies
We catch, snatch, and then weigh
Wield the stick of grim
I loathe this job, by god,
I’d love to ixnay
Then amscray

I’ve got to probe again
I can’t wait to hang up my probe again
This job I have is makin’ me go drink again
Now I can’t wait to take off to home again.

File reports again
There’s a place for entries
I fill out the survey
In this place of men
I’m thinking that this world
Is simply poor place
In our space

Then back to home again
Just can’t wait to fly out to home again
And when we’re done it’s off this planet, then meet friends
I just can't wait to lift off this rock again
Yeah, I can't wait to lift off this rock again.