Bossa Nova Christmas in Outer Space
Jackie Beat & Katya Lyrics
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9...
8...
7...
6...
5...
4, 3, 2, 1, blastoff!
And my spaceship was orbiting Earth
I ate some freeze-dried turkey and a capsule of egg nog
To celebrate the savior′s birth
I decorated the inside of my jet propelled module
And broke all of gravity's laws
I was feeling really homesick so I looked out the window
And I saw Santa Claus!
Hey, fat stuff! How ya doin′!
Hahahaha
I wore a tight silver jumpsuit with matching boots
Everything an astronaut could want
And a clear plastic helmet that looked like a bubble
Big enough to hold my green bouffant
I tuned out mission control and turned the dial 'till I found
A station playing music made on Mars
It was a holiday treat, but with a Space-Age beat
And intergalactic guitars
The moon looks like a giant disco ball!
Bossa nova Christmas here in outer space
Drinking tang with vodka, toasting the human race
Wearing moon mascara and big dipper base
It's a bossa nova Christmas here in outer space
You can find mistletoe on a mission to Mars
And even if you could, imagine this:
There is no telephone, so you′re just sittin′ there alone
Feeling alien with no one there to kiss
And Saturn is so strange, no presents to exchange
And the holidays on Neptune are just heinous
The food on Jupiter blows, that's why everybody knows
The best place for a party is Uranus
Bossa nova Christmas here in outer space
Loosen your Van Allen belt and shove some fruitcake in your face
Thank Astrud Gilberto when you′re sayin' grace
It′s a bossa nova Christmas here in outer space
Bossa nova Christmas here in outer space
Shoot your rocket in my crater, let's cut to the chase
Put it in my asteroid and then blastoff on my face
Cause it′s a bossa nova Christmas here in outer space
The song "Bossa Nova Christmas in Outer Space" by Jackie Beat and Katya is a humorous and satirical take on celebrating Christmas in the future, in a setting where space travel has become the norm. The song opens with a countdown to blast off, setting the futuristic and adventurous tone of the lyrics.
The singer, who is orbiting Earth in their spaceship, starts off by describing their attempts at celebrating Christmas in space by eating freeze-dried turkey and drinking capsule egg nog. They also decorate the inside of their space module, all while feeling homesick. The song takes a hilarious turn when the singer sees Santa Claus outside their window and addresses him as "fat stuff."
The second part of the song highlights the difficulties of celebrating Christmas on other planets, emphasizing the loneliness that an astronaut may feel in space. The singer mentions the absence of mistletoe, the lack of telephones, and the uninviting food on different planets like Jupiter and Saturn.
The song's chorus is catchy, with a Brazilian Bossa Nova beat and a humorous twist on the classic lyrics, such as "toasting the human race" instead of "toasting chestnuts by an open fire." The lines "Loosen your Van Allen belt and shove some fruitcake in your face" and "Shoot your rocket in my crater, let's cut to the chase" show the hilarious and somewhat suggestive innuendos of the song.
Overall, "Bossa Nova Christmas in Outer Space" is a funny and unique take on the holiday song genre. It presents a perspective on Christmas that's both familiar and futuristic, discussing the joys and challenges of celebrating the holiday in outer space.
Line by Line Meaning
10...
Counting down to takeoff
9...
Continuing countdown to takeoff
8...
Continuing countdown to takeoff
7...
Continuing countdown to takeoff
6...
Continuing countdown to takeoff
5...
Continuing countdown to takeoff
4, 3, 2, 1, blastoff!
Blastoff of the spaceship into outer space
It was December 25th, in the year 3000
The setting is in the future on Christmas Day
And my spaceship was orbiting Earth
The artist's spaceship is orbiting Earth
I ate some freeze-dried turkey and a capsule of egg nog
The artist is having a space-themed Christmas meal
To celebrate the savior's birth
The singer is celebrating Christmas
I decorated the inside of my jet propelled module
The artist decorated the inside of their spaceship
And broke all of gravity's laws
The singer is in zero gravity
I was feeling really homesick so I looked out the window
The singer is feeling homesick and looks out the window
And I saw Santa Claus!
The singer sees Santa Claus
Hey, fat stuff! How ya doin'! Hahahaha
The artist greets Santa Claus with a joke
I wore a tight silver jumpsuit with matching boots
The artist is wearing a space suit
Everything an astronaut could want
The space suit has everything needed for space travel
And a clear plastic helmet that looked like a bubble
The space suit has a futuristic-looking helmet
Big enough to hold my green bouffant
The helmet has enough space to accommodate the artist's hairstyle
I tuned out mission control and turned the dial 'till I found
The artist ignores mission control and changes the radio station
A station playing music made on Mars
The radio station is playing Martian music
It was a holiday treat, but with a Space-Age beat
The music has a modern space-themed twist on traditional holiday tunes
And intergalactic guitars
The music incorporates futuristic guitars
The moon looks like a giant disco ball!
The singer is impressed by the moon's appearance
Bossa nova Christmas here in outer space
The singer is celebrating a bossa nova-style Christmas in outer space
Drinking tang with vodka, toasting the human race
The singer is toasting with a space-themed drink
Wearing moon mascara and big dipper base
The artist is wearing space-themed makeup
You can find mistletoe on a mission to Mars
Mistletoe can be found on a mission to Mars
And even if you could, imagine this:
Even if you could find mistletoe on Mars, the following challenges make it difficult
There is no telephone, so you're just sittin' there alone
There is no communication on Mars
Feeling alien with no one there to kiss
The artist feels isolated and unable to share the holiday with someone they love
And Saturn is so strange, no presents to exchange
Holidays on other planets lack the tradition of gift exchange
And the holidays on Neptune are just heinous
Holidays on Neptune are terrible
The food on Jupiter blows, that's why everybody knows
The food on Jupiter is bad
The best place for a party is Uranus
Uranus is the best place to party
Bossa nova Christmas here in outer space
Reaffirming the setting and celebration style
Loosen your Van Allen belt and shove some fruitcake in your face
Eat fruitcake and loosen up
Thank Astrud Gilberto when you're sayin' grace
Thank the influential bossa nova artist for the Christmas celebration
It's a bossa nova Christmas here in outer space
Repeating the chorus
Shoot your rocket in my crater, let's cut to the chase
A suggestive pun to end the song
Put it in my asteroid and then blastoff on my face
Another suggestive pun to end the song
Cause it's a bossa nova Christmas here in outer space
A final repetition of the chorus
Writer(s): Brian Mccook, Tomas Costanza, Christopher Nicholas, Ashley Levy, Kent Fuher
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