Dm
(Greetings ladies and gentlemen of Earth and all native intelligences of the forty planets
with contestants entered in the annual Grande Trex, the only inter-universe race.
This year’s event promises excitement to surpass all previous races.
As many of you fans know already the route or track of the race has been increased
by five thousand million kilometres, thus allowing the Grande Trex to include the B-Arc 15 system!)

[Verse 1]
Dm         C
Dragonfly, dragonfly
Bb         Dm
Satellite, strike and fight
Dm           C
Laser light, shot tonight
       Bb         Dm
Target nullified, gyro subdivide
Dm        C
Latitude, longitude
Bb         Dm
Satellite, solid substitute
Dm        C
Dragonfly are revise

[Chorus]
Bb                  C
What’s a drag race? Can’t you see those..
Bb               C
dragons speeding up the street?
Bb                 C
But I learned they weren’t real,
Bb              C                D
figments of the ancient sphere.


[Verse 2]
Dm          C
Rapid scan, radiance
Bb                Dm
for the chance to win the Grande
Dm          C
Manoeuvres, pre-program
Bb      Dm
Windage won’t operate.
Dm        C
Negative, bearing swell

[Chorus]
Bb                C
Dragons fly, they symbolise
   Bb            C
in myth and saga breathing fire
Bb                   C
Look up, there’s one flying higher
Bb              C
faster than the SSC
Bb                C
Is science hiding witchery?

Dm
(Grande Trex fans throughout the universe are well informed on the risks the pilots
take in entering this race. Re-entry into some of the alien atmospheres is tricky business
which can cause a craft to implode; explode; melt; lose atomic structure and so forth,
adding to the interstellar terrain that on its own is a terrific danger to the ships en route.
The craft are scheduled to launch at oh-seven-five-one-hundred Greenwich Mean Time
and assembled on one our very own stars, Neutron Einstar EV9. And the excitement is at a fever pitch
as the countdown approaches zero!)

[Chorus]
Dm         C
Dragonfly, rations glide
   Bb                       Dm
in free fall slide, systems nullified
Dm         C
Satellite, dragonfly
Bb              Dm
Surface launch, radio silence
Dm          C
Hover high, Level off

[Verse 3]
    Bb                 C
The time space tactics saved us then
   Bb             C
display report present urgent
Bb                 C
Sequence counting, surface launch
Bb            C
Dragonfly destroying all.
Bb               C                Bb   C
Science claiming newest findings
Bb               C              Bb   C
Chanting calling flying dragons
Bb         C
Aboard all systems optimum
Bb              C             Bb   C
Nova scheduled, war continued
Bb            C
Half the continental shelf
Bb        C
burned by interval
Bb   C
     interval
Dm
(We have retained as an added feature for daring thrills and excitement in this race—a feature
which I’m sure you’re going to like—a computer override lasting three and half and hours or two gens
in which pilots and copilots manually control free fall; latitude; longitude; protract gravity;
revise dimensional equations, run program checks, submerge in the wild oceans of Jonrin 22,
and photograph as much territory and terrain as they can in addition to the requisite
three thousand automatic shots. The postulate for mischance runs high, but not as high as the tension
and competitive spirit right here and all over the galaxy!)
Bb    Dm

[Chorus]
Dm         C
Dragonfly, dragonfly
Bb         Dm
Beacons aim, space game

(Countdown is negative two hundred and I am turning you over to the control room
and command central for the launch.)

Dm              C
Satellite, computerised

(Good luck to all the entrants and especially to our own ship, the Dragonfly!)
Bb                Dm
Sonic glide, hypersonic glide

(Beacons, lasers, quasars mounted on deck; rapid survey reactor; failsafe radians)

[Outro]
Dm            C
Win the race, calibrate
   Bb                      Dm
re-entry place, multi failsafe