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T HEY'LL soon be flying to Mars, I hear—
But how do you open a bottle of beer?
A flash will take you from Nome to New York—
But how the hell do you pull a cork?
They'll rocketeer you to Hibernia—
But open a window and get a hernia.
They've stripped space from the widow'd blue—
But where is the lace that fits a shoe?
Where is the key that fits a lock?
Where is the garter that holds a sock?
They'll hop to the moon and skip to the stars,
But what'll stay put are the lids on jars.
The mighty telescope looks far,
But finds no place to park a car.
The world crackles with cosmic minds
Tangled up in Venetian blinds.
One day they'll resurrect the dead,
Who'll die again of colds in the head.
But how do you open a bottle of beer?
A flash will take you from Nome to New York—
But how the hell do you pull a cork?
They'll rocketeer you to Hibernia—
But open a window and get a hernia.
They've stripped space from the widow'd blue—
But where is the lace that fits a shoe?
Where is the key that fits a lock?
Where is the garter that holds a sock?
They'll hop to the moon and skip to the stars,
But what'll stay put are the lids on jars.
The mighty telescope looks far,
But finds no place to park a car.
The world crackles with cosmic minds
Tangled up in Venetian blinds.
One day they'll resurrect the dead,
Who'll die again of colds in the head.
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