oh the whiskey is floating won t stay in ye glass i m weightless and spinning and drunk off me ass oh the whiskey is floating in a sphere o er me head if we don t clear this wormhole we re surely be dead so reach for the whiskey boys reach for the stars they won t stop us drinking on venus or mars so reach for the whiskey boys reach for the sky for the vacuum of space sucks the bottles all dry oh infinite booty awaits us in space we ll pillage and plunder with fervor and grace that s what my astronomical unit is for let s party where no one has partied before so reach for the whiskey boys reach for the stars they won t stop us drinking on venus or mars so reach for the whiskey boys reach for the sky for the vacuum of space sucks the bottles all dry alone in the cockpit i gaze at the stars i drink and i think of my home of my home  our thrusters are the hottest that you ve ever felt they might just unbuckle your asteroid belt we re honing our moonwalking skills as we speak we ll dance on uranus by this time next week x2 so reach for the whiskey boys reach for the stars they won t stop us drinking on venus or mars so reach for the whiskey boys reach for the sky for the vacuum of space sucks the bottles all dry