A guy called Steven Built a rocketship. He did. He dreamed of the stars And faraway galaxies, Poor Steve. He was good at rocket engineering, Maybe too good For a ten year old. He flew to the stars, His mom was surprised. And nobody knows If he's gonna return. For nearly a year We've all been waiting for Him. It's his eleventh birthday today, Not sure if he knows, He's not in our time zone. He dreamed of the stars And faraway galaxies. His dog howls at night, She's very sad That her friend is gone. He flew to the stars, His mom was surprised. And nobody knows If he's gonna return, But Steve, you should know, We'll all be there for you! (Crickets chirping) -I just made his favorite pancakes. I wanted him to buy some milk at the supermarket. -Don't you worry! He sure will come back. By the way, when he does, There will be supermarkets everywhere. We'll have nothing but supermarkets. Shops, groceries, Supermarkets, minimarts... Goddamn minimarts everywhere!