They sent the man to bring her in
They brought her in to check her out
They kept her in a tiny cell
From all reports she's doing well
She's doing well in hell
They put her under to poke around
And showed their colleagues the things they found
They did some tests, they took some notes
And prodded her with the latest probes
Until she was just a shell
Would you mind if we sent you into space
We would have asked sooner
But our hearts were set on luna
And we didn't want to wait 'til they taught you how to communicate
They spun her around to monitor
How she reacts to centrifugal force
She did okay, so what the hell
Better her than one of them
Express ticket to hell
Her head felt like exploding
She'd never felt such loneliness
But she looks cute in her suit
And we need to know what's out there
So we can find another planet to inhabit when we've finished using this one