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Carmen Miranda's ghost is haunting space station three
Half the staff have seen her plus the port master and me
And if you think we've had too much of Cookie's home made rum
Just tell me where those basket hats of fruit keep coming from
Don't go past the cargo bay when there's no ship in dock
You just might hear maracas clack and get a nasty shock
And if you hear a rumba beat don't pass the mess room door
You just might see a tangerine come rolling down the floor
We sometimes catch a glimpse of her by station night or day
But when we try to catch her, she just laughs and fades away
The station's chief headshrinker takes his notes and drains his cup
We get rotated often, but she still keeps showing up
We don't know why we're haunted here or why it's her who haunts
We've got a betting pool for all who wander what she wants
The best odds say she likes the rhythm of the station's drive
They didn't have phase generators while she was alive
Carmen Miranda's ghost is haunting space station three
Not that we're complaining, since the fresh fruit all comes free
But now and then we wonder what it means for the human race
That ghosts of generations past are taking off for space
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