I've got the Tang. I've got the kneepads.nGot everything a space man needs.nI'm pushing buttons.nI'll do a dance with my skivvis onnOutside my pants.nnIn a cardboard box he poked holesnthrough the OsnMade a constellation.nFantastic plastic fortress in his own backyard.nWhen his tiny brain begins to driftnHe reclines in his make-shift space ship.nLift off. Drift off to the stars.nnHe's on the run. nJames Bond on the lawn nwith pajamas and a gun.nHe grabs on to the Kenner control nto launch the fun into the sun.nFlying U.F.O.s from place to place.nChasing guys through his fold out rocket base. nnAs he explains...we came from outer spacennSpace Boy. Space Boy, what are you looking for?nSpace Boy. Space Boy.nnBack with attack and a rocket man pack, ngonna zoom through the roomnwith my under wonder-roos on.nSteal's back building a giant robot withnthat RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT CRRRACK!nnYou've got to get the robot!