When I light my afterburners, I'm a bullet whizzing by.
I'm zero-to-60 light-years in the blink of an alien eye.
I'm in a shaking, baking, staking, smoking, light speed vertical climb.
If I was going any faster I'd be going back in time.
Leaving nothing but a vapor trace,
(Spoken) In my ride from outer space.
Yeah...
Buford: (Spoken) We must never speak of this again.
Baljeet: (Spoken) Agreed.
I can bang shift through a nebula and slingshot around the sun.
Don't look no further baby, 'cause you know I'm number one!
I'm chopped and flamed and bobbed and filled, you got to trick it out.
When I burn through your dimension, you'll know what it's all about.
I can tell, girl, from that look there on your face,
Ferb: You're digging my ride from outer space.
(Spoken) You know you're digging it, baby.
My ride from outer space.
My ride from outer space.