There we stood on a dark and isolated planetoid Shivering like a San Andreas windowpane, Suddenly looking up and seeing for the first time The high suspended moon.
Vain attempts with rocks to dislodge the thing Failed like spring-loaded boots and cowboy lassooing. Suddenly we heard Julie for the very first time And her voice was warm as June.
She said, "What you need is a rocket But a rocket's not an easy thing to make." "We got one," we said. "It's too low on gas To get three feet Above the grass."
And Julie said "Futz." "Futz," said Julie, "Futz around until my return." The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn, But we tried to do it anyway, anyway, 'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say.
We perused our ramshackle rocketship.(da da da da) We observed its myriad requirements. We saw it needed a stronger hull and electrical boost And a year's worth of supplies.
Well the news stretched out like an octopus (da da da da) And in time attracted a following, A following made of freaks and geeks of the very best kind To enable us to fly.
What we had was a rocket when we finished, But a rocket's incomplete With empty tanks. It's too low on gas To get three feet Above the grass.
And Julie said "Futz." "Futz," said Julie, "Futz around until my return." The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn, But we tried to do it anyway, anyway, 'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say.
Moms! Dads! People that we've never seen, People that we have and ones we never hang around: With no battalion every general stands alone. Moms! Dads! People that we've never seen, People that we have and ones we never hang around: With no battalion every general stands alone.
Be strong - honest - try and keep your nose clean Julie's coming back with gasoline, yeah!
Yeah! And Julie said "Futz." "Futz," said Julie, "Futz around until my return." The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn, But we tried to do it anyway, anyway, 'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say.
And Julie said "Futz." "Futz," said Julie, "Futz around until my return." The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn, But we tried to do it anyway, anyway, 'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say. But we tried to do it anyway, anyway, 'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say.
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Vain attempts with rocks to dislodge the thing Failed like spring-loaded boots and cowboy lassooing. Suddenly we heard Julie for the very first time And her voice was warm as June.
She said, "What you need is a rocket But a rocket's not an easy thing to make." "We got one," we said. "It's too low on gas To get three feet Above the grass."
And Julie said "Futz." "Futz," said Julie, "Futz around until my return." The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn, But we tried to do it anyway, anyway, 'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say.
We perused our ramshackle rocketship.(da da da da) We observed its myriad requirements. We saw it needed a stronger hull and electrical boost And a year's worth of supplies.
Well the news stretched out like an octopus (da da da da) And in time attracted a following, A following made of freaks and geeks of the very best kind To enable us to fly.
What we had was a rocket when we finished, But a rocket's incomplete With empty tanks. It's too low on gas To get three feet Above the grass.
And Julie said "Futz." "Futz," said Julie, "Futz around until my return." The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn, But we tried to do it anyway, anyway, 'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say.
Moms! Dads! People that we've never seen, People that we have and ones we never hang around: With no battalion every general stands alone. Moms! Dads! People that we've never seen, People that we have and ones we never hang around: With no battalion every general stands alone.
Be strong - honest - try and keep your nose clean Julie's coming back with gasoline, yeah!
Yeah! And Julie said "Futz." "Futz," said Julie, "Futz around until my return." The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn, But we tried to do it anyway, anyway, 'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say.
And Julie said "Futz." "Futz," said Julie, "Futz around until my return." The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn, But we tried to do it anyway, anyway, 'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say. But we tried to do it anyway, anyway, 'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say.
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