Year 3000 2.0

One day when I came home at lunchtime
I heard a funny noise
Went out to the backyard to find out
If it was one of those rowdy boys
Stood there was my neighbour called Peter
And a Flux Capacitor

He told me he built a time machine
Like the one in a film I've seen
Yeah, yeah

He said, "I've been to the year 3000
Not much has changed, but they lived underwater
And your great-great-great granddaughter
Is pretty fine" (is pretty fine)

He took me to the future in the flux thing
And I saw everything
Boy bands, and another one, and another one
And another one
Triple breasted women swim around town
Totally naked

We drove around in a time machine
Like the one in a film I've seen
Yeah

He said, "I've been to the year 3000
Not much has changed, but they lived underwater
And your great-great-great granddaughter
Is pretty fine," pretty fine, hey

I took a trip to the year 3000
This song had gone multi-platinum
Everybody bought our seventh album
It had outsold Michael Jackson

I took a trip to the year 3000
This song had gone multi-platinum (whoo)
Everybody bought our seventh album
Seventh album

He told me he built a time machine
Like one in a film I've seen
Yeah

He said, "I've been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived underwater," yeah
"And your great-great-great granddaughter
Is pretty fine," is pretty fine (ooh, yeah)

He said, "I've been to the year 3000" (3000)
"Not much has changed" (not much has changed)
"But they lived underwater" (but they lived underwater)
"And your great-great-great granddaughter
Is pretty fine," she is pretty fine (oh)

He said, "I've been to the year 3000" (oh)
"Not much has changed, but they lived underwater," (yeah) yeah
"And your great-great-great granddaughter
Is pretty fine," she is pretty fine

He said, "I've been to the year 3000"
(I've been, I've been to the year 3000)
"Not much has changed, but they lived underwater
And your great-great-great granddaughter
Is pretty fine"



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Paul Robson, James Elliot Bourne, Matthew James Sargeant, Charles Robert Simpson, Matthew James Harry Fletcher
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