When i look at your face i see dirt; all the sunshine you blow up my ass starts to hurt; and i don't really mind if i'm nothin' in your eyes; it's no surprise to me; there's a rocket i built; it's under my kilt; it's coming to blow you away.

chorus

i was a jerk; i did the work for somebody else's dream; i took the chance; i lost my pants; in somebody else's dream tonight.

now you're calling me up to get paid; and if you don't get paid then you'll never get laid; but i really don't have any money; i say goodbye; and you'll have to depend on your size; there's a rocket i built; it's under my kilt; it's coming to blow you away.

chorus

now i think that i'm going to bed, as the image of you and yer crap leaves my head; cause it's t-minus 20 tomorrow, rocket flies; and it doesn't depend on the size; there's a rocket i built; it's under my kilt; it's coming to blow you away.

chorus