Future 1970

Mr. Headroom does the news at night
Simulators cook my food in flight

I would say before too long
We may see the Jetsons
And I will fly my bubble through the milky way
I would say before we're gone
We may be the Jetsons
And I'll have robots
Doing everything for me

Star fleet digitizes my thought byte
Barbarella flies through lava light

Everybody moves in hyper drive