I remember as a kid,
I'd daydream like others did
I'd drive an empty box and play with my toys
And that was my ticket for a fantastic voyage
I'd be in dimension X or on Jupiter's 3rd moon
And I wouldn't have to leave the sanctity of my room
And while I was battling evil monster number 9
I could walk down the hall into the living room for dinnertime

So call me old, call me a nostalgic freak
But before they put me in a coffin and I float down the creek
I'd gather all my plastic friends, stark and unique,
And go on one last trip, to give myself peace.
And on my deathbed I'll be clutching comic book toys,
In my head I'll be on my final fantastic voyage