Ain't found a way to launch me yet,
Fresh-made from Aerojet,
Seems every flight-plan plots to nowhere.

Welds and rivets, bulkhead sheet,
launch tower, tall and neat.
I wish that they would send me somewhere.

Here, they've come to launch the booster,
Yeah, they're fueling the booster...
You know, it ain't gonna fly.
No, no, no - you know it ain't gonna fly.

Standing tall, white-painted steel,
Liquid oxygen is real,
The kerosene truck is a'coming.

Guidance cluster, programmed speed,
Coordinate calculations need,
Oh rocket-scientist, please, light my fuse.

Here, they've come to launch the booster,
Yeah, they're fueling the booster...
You know, it ain't gonna fly.
No, no, no - you know it ain't gonna fly.