(It's the Eighties, So Where's Our)


Rocket Packs

Intro  G
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

Em    BASS  g e b  Possibly G Em Bm
(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
Am                                 Em
No thing's don't change that much, do they?
Am                       Em            
We are still out of touch,   
Am
By now we should discover just how to love each other
G#                     G
Like Klattus' robot man your looks have killed again

Em    BASS  g e b
(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
Am                           Em
Though progress marches on, (new day)
Am                            Em
Our troubles will grow strong
Am
And my expectancies, become my fantasies
G#                        G
You turn my blood to sand, the earth stands still again

G            Em
My hopes are running low
G                      Em
Things moving much too slow
G                Em
No space men up above
Am                               G
And we're still so very far from love
G

Em    BASS  g e b
(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
Am                           Em
But some things never change (replay!)
Am                          Em
You are still acting strange
Am
No way that I can see, this way we will be free
G#                             G     
La la la la la la,la la la la la 7,6,5,4,3,2,1 Lift off!

Em    BASS  g e b
(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
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
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
(It's the eighties)

Copyright 1984 Twichen Vibes Music ASCAP

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