(on the bridge: all in drum major outfits. Music: parade march)
Servo: A-one! A-two! A-we know what to do!
All sing: We're the Satellite of Love, oh, the Satellite of Love
In spite of our situation we're just fine,
So we'll gad about rejoicing and wait for Magic Voice
Magic Voice: It's thirty seconds till commercial sign!
All sing: So a couple of dumpy overlords have shot us into space
We'll take their stupid experiment and jam it in their face!
(all shout their name in turn)
Crow! Gypsy! Servo! Joel!
All: Stories, fun, toys! Whoo!
We don't care, don't despair, we're not wearing our underwear,
We're on the Satellite of Love!
Warriors of the World.
Joel: By Marx!