I built a rocket out of some spare parts I had lyin' around
Most of them came from an old Volkswagen in my back yard
And it took me almost two years to put that rocket together
From the air to the ground
But pretty soon, I was ready to try it
I flipped the switch
The motor roared!
I was trembling
I was so happy
I flew around the neighborhood
Nobody saw me there and that left me feeling, you know
Slightly melodramatic
So I decided that I should go farther than my, y'know, block
I took it up another couple thousand feet
And I did a loopty-loop around the City Hall steeple pole
And that was about the time I noticed my radar was showing that I was tracked
And the Air Force
With their mighty jets
Shot me down
Goddamn
Another case of disgraced American ingenuity
I think it was the exchange rate that caused them
To not want me to make a rocket out of Volkswagen parts
Goddamn NASA motherf*ckers
So I sued their ass
And now I live on the 44th floor of my very own penthouse
Damn, the American system works