F                         F
Oh the whiskey is floating won't stay in me glass.
    C                           C           F
I'm weightless and spinning and drunk off me ass.
       F                         F
Oh the whiskey is floating in a sphere o'er me head.
      C                               Bb       F
If we don't clear this porthole we'll surely be dead.

[Chorus]
    F                           F            Bb
Oh, reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the stars.
     F                         C
They won't stop us drinkin' on Venus or Mars,
   F                           F            Bb (hold)
so reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the sky.
        let ring                 silent          F
For the vacuum of space sucks the bottles all dry.

[Verse 2]
       F                         F
Oh infinite booty awaits us in space.
        C                       C        F
We'll pillage and plunder with fervor and grace.
      F                         F
That's what my astronomical unit is for.
      C                       Bb       F
Let's party where no one has partied before.

[Chorus]
    F                           F            Bb
Oh, reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the stars.
     F                         C
They won't stop us drinkin' on Venus or Mars,
   F                           F            Bb (hold)
so reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the sky.
        let ring                 silent          F
For the vacuum of space sucks the bottles all dry.

[Bridge]
  Dm                    ~
A-lone in the cockpit I look at the stars.
  Dm                       C     C (slow)
I drink, and I think of my home. (And he thinks of his home)

[Verse 3]
      F                         F
Our thrusters are the hottest that you've every felt.
   C                           C       F
They might just unbuckle your asteroid belt.
      F                         F
We're honing our moonwalking skills as we speak.
      C                     Bb         F
We'll dance on Uranus by this time next week.

[Chorus]
    F                           F            Bb
Oh, reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the stars.
     F                         C
They won't stop us drinkin' on Venus or Mars,
   F                           F            Bb (hold)
so reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the sky.
        let ring                 silent          F
For the vacuum of space sucks the bottles all dry.

[Chorus]
    F                           F            Bb
Oh, reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the stars.
     F                         C
They won't stop us drinkin' on Venus or Mars,
   F                           F            Bb (hold)
so reach for the whiskey boys, reach for the sky.
        let ring                 silent          F
For the vacuum of space sucks the bottles all dry.