When I'm Forty-Two
- started: 2021-12-13
- finished: 2022-05-03 (all verses parodied)
(from The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy: The Musical)
When you're all finished working it out
millions of years from now
will there still be any electricity
so you can print the question you see?
While you are busy doing those sums,
will I have things to do?
What can the answer possibly mean, sir
when it's forty-two?
I'll just wait for you.
And when it's all spelled out,
what is next to do?
Will I know exactly, in every detail
how I'm supposed to be?
Will there be instructions to explain my life,
mapped and laid out when I arrive?
Will there be answers filled in a form
that tells me what to do?
Will I still be so hopelessly ditzy
when I'm forty-two?
Maybe then I'll really understand just how to get along
in this messed-up place.
We can work it out!
Recalculate the world
Fix the human race.
Give me a clue now, show me your work --
how far have you got?
Have you squared the circle, found the end of pi,
got it cut and hung up to dry?
Just how close are you to getting it solved?
Please give me a clue.
I'm getting impatient - I need the equation
which equals forty-two.