I was in a gang of £20 rocket stars,
Wanted 2 go to the moon, but never got far.
Battered spaceship, like a 2nd hand car,
Werner von Braun R NAZI science Tsar.
Quick sprinkles of ash, from the back of my hand,
Flying off to space, but got no NASA grandstand.
Clever enough to split atoms, like the double slit,
Quantum flux waves, quarks spark a million bits.
I had Einstein's mind, but the sense of a twit,
And 2 wonky legs, both shattered to bits.
Still I checked the box, for Schrödinger's cat,
Whether dead or alive, matters a fact.
Probably starved, should hv thrown him a rat,
But then he's only dead, if you hadn't checked that.
I said I'm gonna sort it out, and I gave God a shout,
Long waited 30 years, but never heard nought.
It's bn a long time, n I've survived many a drought,
Was Wuhan bat crazy, masking, just 2 go out.
My eyes got double bolts, N my minds gone blank,
My tongue got tied up, in a chat that wasn't 2 Frank.
Got the sniffles, and a cough, from the rising damp,
Send U a card from space, if I can afford the stamps.
But still nothing more, than a yellow rocket star man,
Flying 2 the moon, as fast as R wallets say we can.
Rocket fuels cheap bicarb powder, stale like spam,
And electronic wiring, that's as old as your gran.
One day R ships going 2 stop giving NASA's radar blips,
CIA's gonna make sure R boosters explode, in2 a million bits.
Paranoia top mad, too much time floating 2 think a bit,
Before our oxygen runs out, and we all choke 4 shit.
It was an important mission, I was sure we could land,
Neil Armstrong's Lodge, helped draw us a plan.
Shame Kubrick wasn't around, 2 put the film in the can,
Still did R best, on Area 51's banned desert sand.
So did I wish I had changed jobs, N become a man in a suit,
Door to door salesman, briefcase full of scams 2 boot.
College wasn't hard, so I always had time 2 toot,
N every boss was a thief, so I chose a life harder to loot.
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