"It's the eighties, so where's our rocket packs?"- Daniel Amos

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 Klaatus' 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
There's no space men up above
And we're still so very far from love
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
8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, Lift off!