We're leaving at nine

Something's slightly out of place;
It all just feels uncanny.
Maybe songs about outer space
Will help restore my sanity.

Cover the earth at nine

I don't think it's democracy
But music that's our great export.
Tonight we'll see if we agree
With how it fared in the world court.

Count with me at nine.

Now that we're looking at the last of the heat,
I'm wondering just how well you kids know your beat.