The Final Countdown - The Lip Singers

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.

We're leaving together,

But still it's farewell.

And maybe we'll come back

To earth, who can tell?

I guess there is no one to blame.

We're leaving ground (leaving ground).

Will things ever be the same again?

It's the final countdown.

The final countdown.

We're heading for Venus (Venus).

And still we stand tall.

'Cause maybe they've seen us.

And welcome us all, yeah.

With so many light years to go

And things to be found (to be found)

I'm sure that we'll all miss her so.

It's the final countdown.

The final countdown.

The final countdown.

The final countdown.

It's the final countdown.

The final countdown.

The final countdown.

It's the final countdown.

We're leaving together.

The final countdown.

We'll all miss her so.

It's the final countdown.

It's the final countdown.