Timemaschine

I built a time machine out of duct tape

It smells like socks and peanut butter

I hit the button and hoped for the best

But now I’m stuck in the Cretaceous clutter

Timemaschine

It’s held together with a dream

Timemaschine

It’s bursting at the seams

Timemaschine

Dinosaurs are chasing me

Timemaschine

Someone save my spleen

I tried to fix it with a coat hanger

But it sent me to the Middle Ages

The knights all laughed at my sneakers

And I got chased by fire-breathing mages

I just wanted to see the future

But now I’m dodging swords and sutures

Timemaschine

It’s held together with a dream

Timemaschine

It’s bursting at the seams

Timemaschine

Now I’m stuck in a meme

Timemaschine

Please wake me from this scheme

Now I’m in the ‘80s

Rocking a mullet

My machine’s on fire

I can’t control it

Jumped to the moon in 1969

Neil Armstrong said

“Hey

This junk ain’t mine”