Junkyard in the Sky

 

I ran my rocket to the ground

Yet it's good for a few

        more spins

Aerodynamically it ain’t round

But get a load of those big fins

Own these babies long enough

And you’ll look like them

       for real

You’ll be a baby booming backfiring

Walking automobile

This rocket may not look

  cool

I'm man enough to man it

And though it may be hard on

 Fuel

I plan to leave this planet

My cruise control it is engaged

Put my toes up on the dash

I just might land upon my feet

If I hit Wall Street and crash

Ragtop may be peeling off

That's the price you have

           to pay

When duct tape’s the adhesive

 Of choice

Some things get blown away

This rocket may not look

  cool

I'm man enough to man it

And though it may be hard on

 Fuel

I plan to leave this planet

Yes folks this rocket ship

Has a few Planets

Left to explore

Before it runs out of fuel

Like the tail of a passing comet

The muffler sparks and scrapes

Seats are splitting at the seams

And yet they hold their shape

When it's time to hurl this

 hubcap

To that junk yard in the sky

Give me one last chance

At restoration

Cause I just refuse to die

This rocket may not look so cool