Last night I was travelling with Arthur Dent
On a Starship christened the Heart of Gold.
A Vogon had tossed us out in the cold,
When a two-headed, three-armed President
With infinite probability drive
Scooped us up - we were barely alive
And headed for Betelguese V.
Don't panic - resistance is useless.

The creatures I've met are all rather odd.
They drink Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters,
And have the most peculiar masters -
Are they merely mice or are they gods?
Ford should have told me what to expect.
I want to go home - my teatime is wrecked.
I don't need total perspective vortex!
Don't panic - resistance is useless.

What kind of an answer is 42?
Marvin is still feeling awfully low;
How can Startitibartfast fly this bistro?
Have the hyper spatial freeways all gone through?
A Vogon poet and a show called Doomsday. The White Killer Robots are on their way!
This takes 30 Altarian dollars a day?
Don't panic - resistance is useless.

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