Circus Contraption - Jetpack lyrics

Throughout history, man has reached for the sky. Mount up with wings like eagles, I say. 40-30-1. With the fearlessness of Icarus and the determination of Jaeger, I too reach for the heavens. I'm the rocketman, Bunny LaMonte, and these are my wings: Twin-hydrogen-peroxide-motors in combination with a silver catalyst produces superpedic acid mixture and exceeds temperatures of 350°C. With a two foot wingspan, fully loaded weight (350 pounds) this baby reaches maximum speeds of 700 miles per hour. I'm not gonna lie to you folks, it takes an expert to fly and you're looking at him. Now, let's get this show on the road. Firing generators! All clear? All clear! Count with me: in five, four, three, two, one. America, the place where we all live Living free to fly, living free to die America, lalalalalala lalalalalalalala Aah! Oh my god! Somebody help! Oh no! f**ing . . . .