[spo­ken]
When­ev­er life gets you down, Mrs. Brown,
And things seem hard or tough,
And peo­ple are stu­pid, ob­nox­ious or daft,
[sung]
And you feel that you’ve had quite eno‐​o‐​o‐​o‐​o‐​ough,

Just re­mem­ber that you’re stand­ing on a plan­et that’s evolv­ing
And re­olv­ing at nine thou­sand miles an hour.
It’s or­bit­ing at nine­teen miles a sec­ond, so it’s reck­oned,
The sun that is the source of all our pow­er.
Now the sun, and you and me, and all the stars that we can see,
Are mov­ing at a mil­lion miles a day,
In the out­er spi­ral arm, at four­teen thou­sand miles an hour,
Of a galaxy we call the Milky Way.

Our galaxy it­self con­tains a hun­dred mil­lion stars;
It’s a hun­dred thou­sand light‐​years side to side;
It bulges in the mid­dle six­teen thou­sand light‐​years thick,
But out by us it’s just three thou­sand light‐​years wide.
We’re thir­ty thou­sand light‐​years from Galac­tic Cen­tral Point,
We go ’round every two hun­dred mil­lion years;
And our galaxy it­self is one of mil­lions of bil­lions
In this amaz­ing and ex­pand­ing uni­verse.

[waltz]

Our uni­verse it­self keeps on ex­pand­ing and ex­pand­ing,
In all of the di­rec­tions it can whiz;
As fast as it can go, that’s the speed of light, you know,
Twelve mil­lion miles a minute and that’s the fastest speed there is.
So re­mem­ber, when you’re feel­ing very small and in­se­cure,
How amaz­ing­ly un­like­ly is your birth;
And pray that there’s in­tel­li­gent life some­where out in space,
’Cause there’s bug­ger all down here on Earth!

—⁠Er­ic Idle