Magic Blue Box

Lyrics

This sucker works Yep this sucker works It wasn't my fault, I set the navigation perfectly To take us back from Pangaea, hundred thousand B.C.E To Shoreditch London, Twenty-Third of November, Nineteen-Sixty-Three And not the desolate future planet where we were actually stranded When we landed I blamed it on the mercury filled fluid links So complicated, Twentieth-Century humans didn't know who to think Was more to blame for bad directions, me or the machine Traveling through Time and Space, and places in between Is recondite, sophisticated, convoluted business Especially with a decommissioned capsule lacking the fitness To make trips as planned, plus, I'm only one man Running a ship that needs a crew of six pilots to command And I don't mean companions, I prefer to do the flying I mean dematerialization, automation's not compliant I've seen the greatest computers malfunction and break That's why Time Lords made them sentient, the biggest mistake Is letting them have any kinda' say in all the decisions you make You know, you wanna' get to Sheffield, Nineteen-Seventy-Nine Of course you end up in the Eighteen-Seventy-Nine Scottish Moors Or forever lost trying to get to Heathrow Airport to sort your Gobby Aussie friend out with her job Navigating the vortex to Vegas Eighty-Three shouldn't be hard But there you are in a Russian sub, HADS is on, TARDIS gone Warrior from Mars unthawed, you don't even get to play the slots! Vanished quickly, so you don't believe what you saw Sounding creaky, like a car that needs some new shocks And run by this guy who's sillier than you thought It's just a madman and his magic blue box Vanished quickly, so you don't believe what you saw Sounding creaky, like a car that needs some new shocks And run by this guy who's sillier than you thought It's just a madman and his magic blue box Can't a Time Lord catch a break? after I had to regenerate I tested ship fitness thought I'd be two minutes Was a few years late by mistake Twelve to be exact, I came back, the whole world was at stake Thanks to giant morphing snake and over-eager space cops A little girl was grown up by the time I showed up faced lots Of distrust, and it sucked, but Earth needed savin' Just a hiccup that glitched up the chronal navigation Is how I came late, no debate that coordinates For space sometimes get messed up, yes, I can fess up That South Croydon, UK is nowhere next to Aberdeen Just a slight inaccuracy, considering the Galaxy Alone, okay, the planet Zeta Minor in the future Instead of Seventy-Five, London is the kinda' mistake that suits a Bumbling oaf, what I mean though, is I don't make that kinda error What I mean, is hardly ever, well, at least for a guy who regenerates Vanished quickly, so you don't believe what you saw Sounding creaky, like a car that needs some new shocks And run by this guy who's sillier than you thought It's just a madman and his magic blue box Vanished quickly, so you don't believe what you saw Sounding creaky, like a car that needs some new shocks And run by this guy who's sillier than you thought It's just a madman and his magic blue box Might be stuck in space In the wrong place Raggedy old box Hope this sucker works Break down It won't work Might be stuck in space Raggedy old box Never come close The place to be It won't work