[Verse 1]
Rock and roll is fucking useless
One of my excuses
For throwing in the towel and giving up
I'm down for packing up my Saturn
And flooring it to Nebraska

[Chorus]
You've gotta get on your rocket
Full speed ahead
Straight towards the moon
Don't matter if it's grad school in Boston
Or Christmas trees in Austin
Do what you gotta do

[Verse 2]
Shut up already, I get the picture
You go to school, make out, make kids, and die
I'm scared of packing up my Windstar
And flooring it to Nebraska

[Chorus]
You've gotta get on your rocket
Full speed ahead
Straight towards the moon
Don't matter if it's grad school in Boston
Or Christmas trees in Austin
Do what you gotta do

[Bridge]
I think it's high time
That I take off
I think it's high time
That I take off
I think it's high time
That I take off
I think it's high time
That I take off

[Chorus]
You've gotta get on your rocket
Full speed ahead
Straight towards the moon
Don't matter if it's grad school in Boston
Or Christmas trees in Austin
Do what you gotta do