Talk about Galactic problems
Rising from the dust
Yet not quite at rock bottom
This spinning Hunk of loose Space Junk

From one end to the other
Throughout the galaxy
Known to every Alien and their mother
As a floating globe of useless debris

After years and years of tossing trash
By now you would have thunk
We would have gotten our act together some how
On this rotund ball of spinning Space Junk

Given the chance you know all too well
We'll leave leftovers in our wake
Famous for our wars and landfills
In the messes that we make

Scooting through the universe
Litter bugs on the run
Used to be known as Planet Earth
Now a rolling ball of senseless Space Junk