saucer boy
saucer boy you're my favorite metal toy you've got japan wheels & robot action your machine still takes the old fat batteries that only get you halfway to space, poor saucer boy your boosters crumple under the shameful gaze of the fat-faced moon, you used to spin sparks but now your clunky ship is docked on my dusty sill
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