I live in a special land
Just alone with my dad
And my dad is quite the talisman
For he makes stars, you see
He makes them and he names them

He sells them for a profit, you see
To support me, his family
And for profit to make
My father takes
The stars above
And names them

For there's only so many stars in the sky,
Yes, there's only so many stars

My father, he makes cake-stars
Pineapple-stars and baker-stars
Funny-stars, depressed-stars
Confused-stars and more-confused-stars
So one day, I said to him
"Dad, please make me a me-star"

Now father took one look at me,
Up and down and pointed out a naive-star
And I replied "So? Give me my own!"
He absolutely refused it.
"I've said this many times before," says he
"But now please listen, listen close."

"There's only so many stars in the sky
There's only so many stars."