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[Verse 1]
There once was a boy named Jimbo,
Caught in the grip of a galactic limbo.
From his room to the stars, a sudden sweep,
Aboard the craft, the secrets they keep.
They laid him down on a table of chrome,
In the last frontier, far from home.
"Prepare the probe, let’s make it kind,"
A journey to the third, in the space behind.
[Pre-Chorus]
Honkin' Chubba, lights aglow,
Chubba bubba, made of rubba, the show.
Tools in hand, they explored the rear,
Into the unknown, the final frontier.
[Chorus]
Oh, Jimbo, through the stars he rides,
Alien whispers, cosmic guides.
From the last frontier, into his rear,
The third kind’s touch, strangely dear.
[Verse 2]
With care they spread his earthly cheeks,
To discover what the universe seeks.
Not gold nor silver, but something pure,
Humankind’s essence, they were sure.
Beneath the gaze of the northern lights,
Canadian aliens, odd delights.
Rubba hands and a gentle prod,
Strange affections, from worlds abroad.
They mapped his cheeks, explored the rear,
The final frontier, oh so clear.
Rubbin' chubba, without a care,
In the void, hands everywhere.
[Pre-Chorus]
"Flopping tools," they came prepared,
For Jimbo, nothing was spared.
In his rear, they found delight,
The third kind’s joy, oh what a sight!
[Chorus]
Honkin' chubba, in the ship,
Jimbo’s ride, a cosmic trip.
From his rear, to the last frontier,
Rubbin', groping, far yet near.
[Bridge]
As they prodded, Jimbo mused,
In such games, was he the used?
Yet amidst the stars so bright,
He found a thrill in his plight.
[Outro]
Now back on Earth, Jimbo grins wide,
Tales of rubba and cosmic rides.
Honkin' chubba, his nightly cheer,
Groping memories, held so dear.
