No one loves a day at the museum
Any more than me
When the teleporter pad told news of the exhibit they had
I grabbed the wife, the kids, the keys

Hopping into the Luna Matrix
And transporting our butts downtown
The excitement in our car of the future was sticky
Not a one of us made a sound

With my mind controlling the air brakes
I did a one eighty up to the curb
Two old ladies with their mouths agape, which wasn't their forte
Had no time to utter a word

As we scrambled out of our car of tomorrow
We could hardly wait to see
Something so special we could not comprehend
The wife, the kids, and me

The revolving door was revolving
I'd say at the speed of sound
Spitting us out one by one
As my family was inward bound

There it was locked tight behind glass and guard
Kept safe all of these years
A sight truly so unbelievable
It brought us all to tears

This experience we had together
Blew our minds for all they were worth
The crowd sat in silence at the wonder of it all
Gazing at*

"The last Good Time On Earth"