(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 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!