Galaxy

Monty Phyton's The Galaxy Song, by Eric Idle
 

Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown
And things seem hard or tough
And people are stupid,
     obnoxious (I hate it, it's terrible) or daft (silly, crazy)

   (sung)

And you feel that you've had quite
     eno-o-o-o-o-ough (enough: equal = to needs)

Just remember that you're standing on a planet
     that's evolving (getting better or more complex)
And revolving (moving around) at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting (moving around) at 19 miles a second, 
     so it's reckoned (we think so),
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun & you & me & all the stars that we
     can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at 40,000 miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the 'Milky Way'.

Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges (a part sticks out) in the middle, sixteen
     thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just 3,000 light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from
     galactic (star system) central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing (wow! very surprising) &
     expanding (opening wide) universe.

The universe itself keeps on expanding & expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, & that's the fastest
     speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small &
     insecure (feeling not safe),
How amazingly unlikely is your birth (becoming alive),
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere
     up in space,
'Cause there's bugger (nothing) all down here on Earth.