Lyrics

In Nineteen hundred and fifty seven, a little girl looked to the sky.
One of the stars was moving. She started to wonder why
It's called Sputnik, said her brother. It's orbiting around the planet
For 21 days it sent data home. Then the batteries died. Damn it! Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk

Now it's space junk. Space junk.
Used to be useful. Now it's defunct.
Space junk. Space junk
Used to be whole. Now it's just chunks.
Garbage, debris, flotsam and jetsam,
An ever-growing morass.
As one piece turns into many,
It's trillion-dollar trash.

This little girl grew up, worked for NASA.
Was told to create a space force.
And when that first rocket was ready
She called the White House, of course.

Air Force One took to the skies
So he could bless the fleet.
You go in first, but don't touch that button.
It sends intergalactic tweets.

Well, that dude was playing astronaut
When he got an itchy thumb
And when he hit that button, oops
Five, four, three, two, one,

Now he's space junk. Space junk
Used to be useful. Now it's defunct.
Space junk. Space junk.
Used to be whole. Now it's just chunks.
Garbage, debris, flotsam and jetsam,
An ever-growing morass.
As one piece turns into many,
It's trillion-dollar trash.

We tore down the mountains.
Ran the Rio Grande dry. Filled the oceans with plastic.
Who'd have thought we'd muck up the sky?

With sspace junk. Space junk.
Used to be useful. Now it's defunct.
Space junk. Space junk
Used to be whole. Now it's just chunks.
Garbage, debris, flotsam and jetsam,
An ever-growing morass.
As one piece turns into many,
It's trillion-dollar trash.
Garbage, debris, flotsam and jetsam
An ever-growing morass.
As one piece turns into many
It's trillion-dollar trash. Space junk.