Tom: F
F F
Oh the whiskey is floating won't stay in me glass.
C C F
I'm weightless and spinning and drunk off me ass.
F F
Oh the whiskey is floating in a sphere o'er me head.
C Bb F
If we don't clear this porthole we'll surely be dead.
[Chorus]
F F Bb
Oh, reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the stars.
F C
They won't stop us drinkin' on Venus or Mars,
F F Bb (hold)
so reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the sky.
let ring silent F
For the vacuum of space sucks the bottles all dry.
[Verse 2]
F F
Oh infinite booty awaits us in space.
C C F
We'll pillage and plunder with fervor and grace.
F F
That's what my astronomical unit is for.
C Bb F
Let's party where no one has partied before.
[Chorus]
F F Bb
Oh, reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the stars.
F C
They won't stop us drinkin' on Venus or Mars,
F F Bb (hold)
so reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the sky.
let ring silent F
For the vacuum of space sucks the bottles all dry.
[Bridge]
Dm ~
A-lone in the cockpit I look at the stars.
Dm C C (slow)
I drink, and I think of my home. (And he thinks of his home)
[Verse 3]
F F
Our thrusters are the hottest that you've every felt.
C C F
They might just unbuckle your asteroid belt.
F F
We're honing our moonwalking skills as we speak.
C Bb F
We'll dance on Uranus by this time next week.
[Chorus]
F F Bb
Oh, reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the stars.
F C
They won't stop us drinkin' on Venus or Mars,
F F Bb (hold)
so reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the sky.
let ring silent F
For the vacuum of space sucks the bottles all dry.
[Chorus]
F F Bb
Oh, reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the stars.
F C
They won't stop us drinkin' on Venus or Mars,
F F Bb (hold)
so reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the sky.
let ring silent F
For the vacuum of space sucks the bottles all dry.
