NEW MACHINE

What do you get for the man who ruins everything?
I think I’m easy to shop for, I want a new machine
That goes from zero to light years and looks the stuff of nightmares
And on behalf of the flight here’s what we mean:
I WANT A NEW MACHINE!
I fly a new machine, they call me Santa Claus
I should be locked in a prison for breaking physical laws
The mission’s making me queasy, and no one said she was easy
And at a million degrees she still never thaws
I WANT A NEW MACHINE!
Turn the bottle upside down and spread the news all over town
That you are in the market for anything we can conceive
What do you give the machine that has everything
And even internet shopping is putting ice on the wing
Maybe a passenger pigeon tied to a rocket religion
If I could make a decision it’s what I would bring
Thank God a new machine