(It's The Eighties, So Where's Our) Rocket Packs

It's the eighties

It's the eighties so where's our rocket packs

It's the eighties so where's our rocket packs?

Go anywhere, we strap them on our backs

(It's the eighties so where's our rocket packs?)

I thought by now I'd walk the moon

And ride a car without no tires

And have a robot run the vacuum

And date a girl made out of wires

No thing's don't change that much, do they?

We are still out of touch, by now we should discover

Just how to love each other, like Klattus' robot man

Your looks have killed again

(It's the eighties so where's our rocket packs?)

I thought by now we'd live in space

And eat a pill instead of dinner

And wear a gas mask on our face a President of female gender

Though progress marches on, (new day)

Our troubles will grow strong

And my expectancies, become my fantasies

You turn my blood to sand, the earth stands still again

My hopes are running low

Things moving much too slow

No space men up above

And we're still so very far from love

(It's the eighties so where's our rocket packs?)

I thought by now we'd build a dome

Around the world, control the weather

In every house, a picture phone; communicate a little better

But some things never change (replay!)

You are still acting strange

No way that I can see, this way we will be free

La la la la la la, la la la la la 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Lift off!

(It's the eighties so where's our rocket packs?)

(It's the eighties)