NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC - words & music by Nate Butler
'Round here, not an adventure
Passes by your eyes, and you don't care
We're all gonna go somewhere
Grab a-hold of wildlife by the ear
You wanna share in the dividends?
I guarantee that the pace never ends with my friends!

Follow, the world is hollow, and I've touched the sky
Last our trip, cannibals marred it
Came out a wee bit missing some bodily parts
That's called navigation -- high
We're in a big apple that's ripe, take big bites!

Until the day we run out of earth,
Or fall off the edge -- whichever comes first
Casualties that we sustain compensate the wildlife we tame
The headcount's never the same!

Footsteps, never like men left; how deep then?
Man reaches for heaven
Walks on the moon, but never walked on the floors of Loch Ness
I guess that old Nessie's blessed
We'll be looking up her, like the rest of interest

If you're craving adventure, drink your fill, and we will make sure
Like National Geographic, a bit of mystery will die if you find it
So let's put our ties to the test
And we'll steer out our vessel, at best, on our way

Until the day we run out of earth,
Or fall off the edge -- whichever comes first
Casualties that we sustain compensate the wildlife we tame
The headcount's never the same!

On our way, on our way ...