Those liars of ours back when I was in school said 2010 would be future cool.
The gasoline engine would be a thing of the past, we'd get our own little rockets that would fly real fast.
I couldn't wait to start flying around, with a 4 hour erection that wouldn't go down..
I'd impress and undress every woman in town and I couldn't wait for that to get off the ground.
Now I'm sitting here there's a cop over there.
Me and him's supposed to be up in the air, him saying "Tim you're way to drunk to fly, I'll have to write you up for an FUI".
I'm stuck in an 89 Pontiac.
I'm supposed to be a flyin.. sex maniac...
So where's that contraption to strap on my back....
Where the F*#k is my Jetpack...