Something’s Wrong with the Pan-Cam

There’s something wrong with the Pan-Cam.

It doesn’t seem to wanta get a picture of me

On Mars in the winter in my long underwear.

Mr Steven Mars won’t you please explain

In a way that we’ll all understand.

The way you use your arms to talk

Like conducting the County Bandstand

Won’t you please explain about the mysteries of attraction

Of bodies in motion and the forces that guide them

Back and forth and upside down.

Tell me what’s going on?

Won’t you tell me true?

I just gotta know so let the data flow

Cause something’s wrong with the Pan-Cam.

Come on little Ring Girl won’t you talk to me

I hang on your every remark.

So hop in your P.T. Cruiser and meet me in the middle

At the lab at a quarter to nine.

Oh my Ring Girl she’s so pretty.

And she speaks in a voice like whiskey and honey

And she always looks you right in the eye.

I got a first class year-round top reservation

On NASA TV and radio.

I hang on your words like Pandora clings to Saturn

In the tidal destruction in the rings.

Let me tell ya baby I’m in bad shape

Cause your website isn’t up to date.

And I’m jealous cause you sent a

Paper to your fellas in the society

But apparently forgot to include me.

Tell me what’s going on?

Won’t you tell me true?

I just gotta know but there’s a gap in the flow

Cause something’s wrong with the Pan-Cam.

Well, that little rover spat and grunted and groaned

As it sat in the sand and spumed.

Don’t those fellas on earth know how to drive

Or are they just learning as they go?

Tell me what’s going on?

Tell me straight and true.

I know you know that the data won’t go

Cause something’s wrong with the Pan-Cam.