Space Force (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - The Launch - full transcript

Four-star general Mark Naird - leader of the newly created Space Force - is pressured to launch a satellite despite dire warnings from scientists.

Four-star
general.

There is no rank higher
in the United States military.

You report only to Sec Def and POTUS,
the commander in chief.

Congratulations,
General Naird.

Thank
you. Thank you.

It has always been my dream
to command a service branch.

I have been shot down,
both literally and figuratively,

but I have always
gotten back up.

All
right.

My old CO used to say
that the greatest asset in an F-35,

and that is a
$100 million plane,



is its
pilot.

When I was... All
right. I'll skip ahead.

There's much
more that I could say.

I only
wish that...

my parents could have been here
to see this.

But they were unable
to get flights from New Jersey in time.

Maggie, Erin,
this is a Naird family team win.

Woo-woo.

-So proud of you.
-Thanks.

I don't
get it.

Dad, when you made three-star,
we had 100 guests and a band.

It's a different
administration, bug.

This one's... a
little more chaotic.

The Air Force chief's house in Arlington
is gorgeous and comes with a staff.



Thank
you.

Dad, I am so
proud of you.

-Thanks.
-General.

Joint Chiefs in five
minutes. Come on.

Kick.

Get lost, Naird.
This is for four-stars.

Like
me.

They didn't tell you?
Or did you forget?

Like you forgot to get competitive
bidding for the AT-6B.

Tell me what? That
you wear a dress?

I knew
that already.

Gender
roles.

Offensive. And out
of date. Just like you.

But I don't have to
listen to it anymore.

Good luck with
your retirement, Kick.

And I say
that facetiously,

because you're a crook and a womanizer,
and I hate your guts.

God, that
felt good.

Welcome, gentlemen,
thank you for joining us.

POTUS wants to
make some changes.

He's tweeting about it in five minutes,
so let's hope you like it.

I wanna welcome our newest
four-star general, Mark Naird,

formerly number
two at the Air Force.

He's done an amazing job,
has a most distinguished career.

- Our nation's internet in...
- Excuse me.

Why is Kick still in the room? I
don't... Hmm.

Our nation's internet,
including Twitter,

runs through
our vulnerable space satellites.

POTUS wants complete
space dominance.

Boots on the
moon by 2024.

To that end, the
president is creating a new branch.

Space
Force.

Which
Mark will run.

Hmm? What?

In close cooperation with Air Force,
which Kick will still head.

Oh, you've gotta
be kidding me.

This is not
a joke. His words!

Boots on the
moon in 2024.

Actually, he said, "Boobs on the moon,"
but we believe that to be a typo.

This is bullshit.
Space is part of the air.

Naird
works for me.

Uh, hang on. Hang on.
I don't think there's air in space.

There certainly isn't any damn water,
Admiral, so you don't get an opinion.

Air Force used to just be part
of the Army, Kick.

I'd like to stuff
you both back in.

If there's no air or
water, two questions.

What is it exactly,
and why can't they hear you scream?

Well, at least Coast Guard
isn't last in line anymore.

-Oh, you're still last.
-Oh, definitely last.

You're behind
Salvation Army, Louis.

So, how are
you handling this?

I know you wanted the Air Force,
and you're not the most flexible person.

I can be flexible
if I'm ordered to be.

I'll admit I
was a little disappointed at first.

But then I saw this painting.
John Paul Jones.

And it made
me think.

The founder of the Space Force,
that's going to be me.

This is such a great opportunity
to start something from the ground up.

We're gonna build
a huge new base.

Mmm.

Well, DC real
estate, the way it is,

you'll be lucky
if it's this side of Dulles Airport.

Oh, well, it's definitely gonna be
on the other side of Dulles.

By about
2,000 miles.

-We're going to Colorado.
-What?

There's this old NORAD facility
that's got a lot of potential.

And
Colorado? Oh!

Up and
coming.

Did you know Amazon put
their new headquarters there?

Really?

No. But they
seriously considered it.

You and Erin are
gonna love it there.

Gonna learn how to ride horses.

It's gonna
be a good year.

And next year
at this time...

we might have
boots on the moon.

Big launch
today, huh?

Launch?

At the
new base.

What
base?

Oh, right.
It's a secret.

If you told me,
you'd have to kill me, right?

♪ Bang, bang,
shoot em' up, destiny♪

♪ Bang, bang, shoot
em' up to the moon♪

♪ Bang, bang, shoot em' up
One, two, three ♪

♪ One, two,
three, four♪

♪ I wanted to
be a spaceman♪

♪ That's what I
wanted to be♪

♪ But now that I
am a spaceman♪

♪ Nobody
cares about me♪

♪ Hey, Mother Earth
Won't 'cha bring me back down♪

♪ Safely
to the sea♪

♪But 'round and around
And around and around♪

♪ Is all she
ever say to me♪

♪I wanted to make a good run
I wanted to go to the moon♪

♪ I knew that it had to be fun
I told 'em to send me real soon♪

♪ Hey, Mother Earth
Won't 'cha bring me back down♪

♪ Safely
to the sea♪

♪But 'round and around
And around and around♪

♪ Is just a
lot of lunacy ♪

♪Yeah ♪

♪ 'Round and around and around
And around and around... ♪

- Hey.
- Sir.

There's a guy in the trunk.
Hold him till after the launch.

Yes,
sir.

What the
fuck, man?

So then you say
do bat your eye...

-Big launch today, sir.
-Yes.

The congressional delegation
will be arriving for lunch.

You have to
speak for ten minutes

at the local high school.

Don't worry. We
have a new helo pilot.

We'll get you in and out of there
in no time.

And the
launch at 1700

is set to be a live feed
on the East Coast.

You have a light day today,
so you can start in the gym,

and your calendar
says it's a leg day.

Dr.
Mallory.

Oh! Dr. Mallory
is waiting for you.

Yes,
he is.

-He said not to say anything.
-Thank you, Brad.

We need
to cancel the launch.

No.

Senator
Schugler, Pitosi,

and the angry young congresswoman
are coming.

They need to see a success
so we can keep our funding.

Oh. My idea
of success

would not be a
six-billion-dollar piece of hardware

breaking up
over Denver.

That is not
going to happen.

Look, I don't
like to pull rank,

-but I order you to postpone the
launch. -Ah...

Okay?

There's too much
moisture in the air.

We prefer a less
ionized environment.

You are a
civilian advisor.

There are always
going to be risks.

Conditions are
never perfect.

They're supposed to
be perfect tomorrow.

The delegation
will be back in Washington tomorrow.

-You know, Mark, when I hired you...
-I hired you.

...I felt your best quality
was your ability to listen to good advice.

If you've
lost that,

we may have to
look elsewhere.

We. Who is this "we"
that you keep talking about?

That is above
your pay grade.

Nothing is above my pay grade
at this base.

Just postpone
the launch, dear.

Nope.

So, no launch
today, I hear.

No, launch
is still on.

Oh. I'll have to tell
the base biologist.

-What?
-She has to collect

all the endangered lizards
within 600 yards of the launch site.

I canceled her because Mallory told me
the launch was scrubbed.

No! Nobody gets to
scrub anything but me.

Oh.
Got it, sir.

Hello,
Yuri.

Oh. Uh,
Yuri's in there.

-I know. -He
told me not to say anything.

Thank
you, Brad.

Do you keep breath mints anywhere?

What are you
doing in here?

Um, I heard the
launch was scrubbed.

That is not
accurate, Yuri.

Call me Bobby.
It's more reassuring.

Can I see technical specifications
for the Epsilon part E-16f fuel pump?

Why would you
need to see that?

Well, as observer
from ISS partner country,

I just want
to... observe it.

Hmm. Well,
that is weird.

Your president desires close cooperation
and good relations between US and Russia.

Come on. We're
not China here.

I'm sure if the president would like me
to show you something,

he will let
me know.

Very
well.

Expect a text from
the secure phone.

How do you know
about the secure phone?

I don't know about
the secure phone.

-You just said "secure phone."
-No, I didn't.

-Yes, you did. You said "secure phone."
-I didn't say that.

You just
said it.

-No, I did not.
-Yes, you did.

Oh!

Breath
mints.

Here
they are.

I don't know but I been told♪

♪ I don't know but I been told♪

♪ Outer space is very cold♪

♪ Outer space is very cold... ♪

Yo!
Oh.

-General Naird. -We
may have to scrub the Epsilon launch.

-Is Yellowjacket ready to show off?
-I doubt it.

Oh, for Christ's sake. They're a billion
dollars and six months over.

You're right. We
should be able to see something.

-Damn right. Let's move.
-I'll make a call.

-Are you running?
-No. Keep up.

Will Yellowjacket be
impressive enough?

First super-pressurized ultra-fast
satellite-killer killer missile?

Fucking
impressive to me.

Oh. Hey.
Looks good.

- Yeah.
- Sweet.

Very
sleek.

-Like the yellow fins.
-Mm-hmm.

Do we have enough of these
to do a test launch later as well?

Yes,
sir.

Okay,
let's do this.

- Go time. -
Roger that, go time.

Well, that's
not ready yet.

-How much was that prototype?
-Four.

-Million?
-Middle schools.

Cost as much as four
new middle schools.

Fuck!

-You are running!
-Keep up.

So I hear we're going with Yellowjacket
this afternoon?

No.

Sorry, Sheila.
Still have to grab those lizards.

Hey.

Oh. Fuck
Tony's in there.

-Good morning, my general.
-Good morning.

I have your daily tweet ready
for you to review,

and I think you're gonna love it.
You're gonna eat it up. Go. Yum-yum.

I...

I don't
get it.

Any
of it?

Okay.

All
right.

-You know there's a new Star
Wars out? -Yes.

And Wendy's has a new hamburger
that they're serving rare, so...

So what I am saying is
that if I had a lightsaber,

I would be
able to cook...

this hamburger
better.

There you go.
It took a while, but you got it.

-How is this relevant to the mission?
-That is culturally relevant.

I don't see how being snarky
about a fast-food hamburger

is culturally
anything.

Do you even understand
what is at stake here?

I'm trying to put
boots on the moon.

Boots on
the moon.

A laser sword
is a child's toy.

It's a
lightsaber.

Did you hear
yourself? Laser sword?

Okay. I think
we're done.

-You don't understand because you're
old. -Okay.

You get likes
by dunking on the Twitter accounts

-of sassy fast-food brands.
-Sassy.

I don't even know why
I'm explaining clapback theory to you.

Every time I explain anything,
it seems to just go "phew."

How about
this for sass?

-You're fired.
-What?

Your services will no longer be needed
here at Space Force.

You're firing me
for writing a perfect tweet?

Is that why you're firing me?
Fine, fine, fine. You know what?

Enjoy your 3,000
engineer followers,

because, honestly,
you are hopeless.

-Brad.
-Yes, sir.

Would you make sure that Tony is detained
until after the launch

so he doesn't
tweet anything snotty?

- Got
it. -Thank you.

-Secure the phone.
-Yes, sir.

What's going on?
Are you serious? Stop...

Siri, send
tweet. Send tweet!

Where
are you?

It's good for
you. Come on out.

Ooh, gotcha.

A little low,
don't you think?

I'm flying
safely, sir.

But I can lift
up if you like.

At your
discretion.

You're, uh... You're
rated for F-35s, aren't you, sir?

Yes, I believe I've flown every F series
from the Tomcat to the F-117 Nighthawk.

That's
dope, sir.

What's
your name?

Captain
Angela Ali, sir.

ROTC?

OCS. Uh, I'm
actually a prior.

I transferred as
a First Class, sir.

Air Force or
Space Force?

Space
Force, sir.

You don't like to
use your full title?

Sorry,
sir.

Spaceman
First Class.

Nothing to be
ashamed of.

Air Force has airmen.
Space Force has spacemen.

Nothing embarrassing
or comical about it.

Yes,
sir.

The Earth is the only planet in our
universethat we know of

that
sustains life.

Fifty
years ago,

Americans landed on the lunar surface
and took that photo.

Hashtag
"awesome," huh?

Well, guess
what, kids?

We're
going back.

Not for
science this time.

Not to collect a
bunch of rocks.

But to
occupy.

Boots on
the moon!

Boots on
the moon.

And even though this will be
an international mission,

harnessing the best and brightest minds
from around the globe,

rest assured these
will be US boots.

Boots with US
feet in 'em, I mean.

Can't be certain
where the boots will actually be made.

Maybe Mexico.
Maybe Portugal.

We're getting
bids on the boots.

One thing's for
certain, though.

Those boots
are gonna have our feet in 'em.

Seniors,

if you enlist for a four-year stint
as a space cadet,

you can earn up to
$35,000 for college.

I don't know what else to call it
but a pretty sweet deal.

So what's it
gonna be?

You gonna
sit there

like
an idiot

doing
nothing?

Or are you gonna
join Space Force

and shoot
for the stars?

Thank
you.

Thank
you.

Thank you.
Thanks for coming.

-We're signing up, General.
-See you on the moon, gentlemen.

-Hey.
-Hey, bug.

I need
$100.

Bobby's taking me to the desert
for a pop-up concert.

Absolutely
not. Hello.

Dad, it's fine.
Just, like, give me the money.

Uh,
no.

Goodbye.

Okay, but you know Bobby.
You work with him.

I know him?
Bobby who?

Bobby
Telatovich.

Yuri?

That's the Bobby that you've been seeing?
He's ten years older than you.

Jesus
Christ, Erin.

Hello. Have
a good day.

He's
very sweet.

No, he's not. He
is a bad, bad man.

Well, it wasn't my idea
to move to this shithole.

I never called this town a shithole.
It's a very fine town. Very fine.

Well, I'm going with or without you,
and I guess if I have no money,

I'll just be totally
reliant on Bobby.

Have to do
whatever Bobby says.

Don't play that game with me, Erin.
It's not going to work.

I'll talk it over
with Mommy.

Thank you,
General.

Hello.

How you
doing?

Okay.

Yeah.

-You eating all right?
-Oh, yeah. Yeah.

They're letting me grow radishes
in a window box,

and I can pretty much eat them
whenever I want.

-Nice.
-Yeah.

And there's this
guard, Louise,

she slips me some
food sometimes.

Well, you look...
You look great.

Ugh.

Mmm.

I miss
you. Very much.

Mark, I'm gonna be
in here a long time.

So if you
need...

companionship...

- No. No.
- No!

No. I am
your husband.

Yes, but I'll
understand if you...

Absolutely not. I
don't want you to bring this up again.

Please.

How's
Erin?

Erin wants to go to a concert
in the desert this weekend

with this older
Russian guy,

who I think is just using her
to get information.

Eighteen is that age
where you make mistakes

and figure
some things out.

Do you think I
should let her go?

Well, I just don't know
how you can stop her.

Louise says if you can't do anything
about a situation,

you might as well lean back
and let it happen.

Hmm.

- Louise sounds like a good friend.
- Well...

Oh, shoot.
Gonna be late.

Set me down next
to the BX, please.

Uh... I can't
do that, sir.

I have to land on
the designated pad.

I am telling you to do it,
so you can do it.

I have a congressional delegation
down there waiting for me.

Um, it's only
another 100 yards, sir,

and I'm sure you're gonna do great
with the delegation,

even if you
are a minute late.

Thin ice,
Captain.

Thin
ice.

General
Naird.

Hey, General?
General. A word.

-I'm late for a meeting.
-I ran the numbers,

and I can't put the bowling alley
under the cyclotron

unless the bowling
alley is curved,

-and I don't see how that works.
-Get it done.

-I have complete confidence in you, ma'am.
-Okay, it's Kelly.

It's
Kelly.

-Oh. Nice of you to join us.
-My apologies.

Had a little
chopper trouble.

So, uh, what's
good here?

I would
recommend the tuna.

Sushi?

How much are taxpayers paying
to fly that in?

A
sandwich.

I knew that.
It was a joke.

And a
good one.

But with a
grain of truth.

Kick Grabaston at Air Force
told us confidentially

that this base
was a complete waste of money.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I assure you we are on track,

and Epsilon will
launch at 1700 hours.

And the Epsilon is
the new spacecraft fighter, right?

That is
correct.

What kind of armament
will it have on board?

Laser cannon?
Pulse weapon?

I believe those are from
Star Wars.

Yep.

But if I had a
laser cannon,

I would probably use it
to cook a Wendy's hamburger.

The Epsilon is equipped
with a kinetic disabling system.

-Meaning?
-It can eject a metal net,

and it is our hope
that we can get this net

to tangle with
enemy satellites.

Exploding
them?

Tangling
them.

This better be
one fucking flawless launch.

Six billion
for a net.

Not a
good look.

Oh, sorry.

Excuse
me.

Oh, God. I
have to take this.

Dad, is
everything all right?

Yeah, only your
mom has run off again.

I can't see her.
I'd run after her,

but I think I had a small heart attack
this morning.

You know, I'm
feeling a little draggy.

Okay, Dad, is the caretaker there?
Please put the caretaker on.

He's on his way.
He should be here any minute.

So how's the
lady situation?

Well,
as you know, my wife is in prison.

Uh-huh. You
know what I had to do yesterday?

I had to crawl under the house
to check a leak.

No, Dad.Dad,
don't do...

We have people
to crawl under the house, Dad.

I crawled under. I didn't tell anybody,
and they didn't know I was under there.

Oh, my
God. Oh, my God.

Please, Dad, don't, don't...
Don't crawl under the house!

So how's things?
How's your... How's your wife?

She's
fine.

Yeah, you two
are gonna make a great couple.

-Is the caretaker there, Dad?
-Uh, yeah.

-What are you doing?
-Put the caretaker on.

-Have to get in the house.
-What?

-Put the caretaker on.
-Get in the house.

He wants to
talk to you.

Oh, God. I don't
know what to do.

Your father should
be in the hospital.

Your mama is somewhere
in the streets in her nightgown.

Can you come
home and help me?

I wish I could, Jean Baptiste,
but I'm having kind of a day of it myself.

And, please, don't let my dad
go under the house again.

I try. You know he
do whatever he want.

-No, no, no, no!
-Ask him...

You have to keep eyes on him.
Do you understand?

-Yes, Mr. Naird.
-Ask him how his wife is.

-How is your wife?
-Ugh, God.

All right, hold on a second,
Jean Baptiste.

Brad, I'm going to need you
to task the satellite

-over Nutley, New Jersey, again.
-Yes, I'm on it.

She's in the
Rite-Aid parking lot.

-Text me when she's in the car.
-Okay. Thank you, Mr. Naird.

Oh, he is blowing it
just like you thought.

Yeah, it is a
complete shit show.

Oh!

My dry
cleaner.

Yeah, yeah, they, uh,
they lost my dress whites.

I canceled the launch.

Mallory's
waiting for you.

-He said not to say anything.
-Thank you, Brad.

-I didn't say anything.
-Well done, Bradley.

Oh, thank you, sir.

It's a six-billion-dollar
decision.

We can't
risk it.

It's a lot for
a scientist,

but in the military,
we have to risk lives.

At 50
grand a year,

it would take 120,000 years
to earn $6 billion.

That is the entire lifetime earnings
of 3,000 people.

Now, how many times can a country
waste the entire lifetime earnings

of thousands of its citizens
without something really bad happening?

Are you still upset
about the button covers?

A thousand dollars
for a plastic button cover?

That's
insane!

So you think we'll be ready by Novem...

-
Three. -

-Two.
-Shit.

One.

Sorry.

How many times do
I need to apologize?

Just come out to the launch site
and we'll show you.

The proper humidity for launch
is 40 percent.

Today it is
at 54 percent.

This can affect
oxygenation and fuel burn.

Mm-hmm.

The amount of fuel measured
is very precise.

If fuel is
insufficient,

the rocket returns to Earth
without reaching orbit.

Where you
from, Chan?

-Ohio.
-Originally?

What does that have
to do with any... Are...

Are you suggesting
Chan is a Chinese spy?

Ah. So we have
heard from Mr. Chan.

-Doctor.
-Dr. Chan.

I'd like to hear
another opinion.

Perhaps somebody willing
to dissent from the party line.

Who'd like to give me a good reason
why we should launch today?

Anyone?

So I can weigh
the pros and cons?

Don't you have any mavericks
on your team, Mallory?

-I say launch.
-Great.

And you
are Dr....

Just call
me Eddie.

-Oh, shit.
-Ain't a doctor.

I go to a bunch
of 'em, though.

Wonderful. So
those in favor of postponement

are me and
Dr. Chan, Dr. Swedberg,

Dr. Bohr,
Dr. Revredesh,

Dr. Yamato,
Dr. Lowenstein,

Dr. Washington,
and Dr. Zisk.

In favor of launch
are you and Eddie.

Any last
name, Eddie?

None that I
care to mention.

Okay.

Chan, what's
behind your back?

It's an
umbrella, sir.

Did you think it was a sword cane?
Samurai sword?

Would you like
to examine it, sir?

No, we are
done here.

So the
launch is scrubbed?

I can't hear you
over the rotors.

Well, this is absurd.

So is this actually
happening or not?

There's no point if
it's not happening...

Excuse me,
congresspeople.

Brad...

no interruptions
for five minutes.

♪ Aruba,
Jamaica Ooh, I wanna take ya♪

♪Bermuda, Bahama
Come on, pretty mama♪

♪Key Largo, Montego
Baby, why don't we go?♪

♪Jamaica, off
the Florida keys♪

♪There's a place
called Kokomo♪

♪That's where you wanna go
To get away from it all♪

♪Bodies in
the sand♪

♪Tropical drinks
melting in your hand♪

♪We'll be falling in love
To the rhythm of a steel drum band♪

♪ Down
in Koko... ♪

♪ Aruba, Jamaica♪

♪ Ooh, I
wanna take ya♪

♪ To Bermuda, Bahama
Come on, pretty mama♪

♪Key Largo, Montego
Baby, why don't we go?♪

♪ I want to take you
down to Kokomo ♪

♪ We'll get there fast
And then we'll take it slow♪

♪ That's where
we want to go♪

♪ Way down
in Koko... ♪

They're
gone.

Congresspeople!
Congresspeople!

The
launch is on.

-What?
-See you at 1700.

But
you...

Sheila?
Yeah.

Okay. Okay,
okay. Okay. Okay.

Don't, don't... Please
don't skitter away.

Please, this is for
your own safety.

Come on. I'm trying to save you!
Damn it, come back here.

Our country,
the oldest democracy in the world,

put a man
on the moon.

It was perhaps our greatest moment
up until that point.

Alongside the Constitution,
the Bill of Rights,

and, of course,
the Miracle on Ice.

Today we
launch Epsilon 6,

a collaborative effort between
the scientists of the United States,

Japan, Europe, Turkey,
Israel, Australia,

and our old enemy, Russia.

And this will bring us one step closer
to returning to the moon,

and, from
there, to Mars.

There will be
setbacks along the way.

There are risks to
every great endeavor.

But greatness was never won
without suffering.

And
sacrifice.

I am so, so damn
proud of all of you.

Oh,
my God. He's really on the edge.

So...

without
further ado,

with this
button,

I so
launch...

Epsilon
6.

-Liked the Miracle on Ice reference.
-Thank you, Brad.

Aw. I should
be tweeting this.

Where'd
it go?

What's going on?
Did it blow up?

Not
yet.

Epsilon 6
is in orbit.

Yeah, well, he'll probably
have me transferred tomorrow

once he has a moment
to think about it.

But what
was I supposed to do?

You put a helicopter down
in the wrong spot,

and someone could
get their head removed.

Hang on a
second, Mom.

"Sorry I snapped at you.
Glad you're on our team."

You know,
there's one thing that I don't get.

You were right
about the launch,

yet you don't know
anything about science.

Guess I know a
little about people.

When we we're out at the launch site,
there were two tiny clouds in the sky.

Chan had
an umbrella.

People like that can't handle
any risk at all.

There's no way
we are getting back to the moon

with that
kind of thinking.

That's a good observation.
Well reasoned.

Cheers.

Thank
you, Doctor.

You
know what?

Epsilon should be
passing right about now.

Do you see it?

Eh...

Oh, yeah,
there's a spark.

Beautiful.
Wow.

I got it.

Wait, is
that a second spark?

Motherfucker!

♪ Aruba, Jamaica
Ooh, I wanna take ya ♪

♪ To Bermuda, Bahama
Come on, pretty mama♪

♪Key Largo, Montego
Baby, why don't we go?♪

♪ I want to take you
down to Kokomo♪

♪ We'll get there fast
And then we'll take it slow♪

♪ That's where
we want to go♪

♪ Way down in Kokomo♪

♪ Martinique,
that Montserrat mystique ♪

♪ We'll put
out to sea♪

♪ And we'll perfect
our chemistry♪

♪ And by and by we'll defy
A little bit of gravity♪

♪ Afternoon
delight♪

♪ Cocktails and
moonlit nights♪

♪ That dreamy look in your eye
Give me a tropical contact high♪

♪ Way down
in Kokomo ♪

♪ Aruba, Jamaica
Ooh, I wanna take ya ♪

♪ To Bermuda, Bahama
Come on, pretty mama♪

♪Key Largo, Montego
Baby, why don't we go?♪

♪ I want to take you
down to Kokomo♪

♪ We'll get there fast
And then we'll take it slow♪

♪ That's
where we... ♪