In the orbit of my flight

Where stars are ever bright.

And days have no meaning,

As time is ever leaning.

Calculating distance

At space insistence.

Knowing destination sought,

Is what captain was taught.

Have I seen this before

Back before the war.

Twenty fifth century

Buck Rogers got the enemy?

With a gal as his side kick,

Stole the show with her tricks.

Good looks helped a lot too,

In those space suits so new.

The chapter would end

With Buck not able to fend.

His life was on the line

But next week he's fine.

You forgot your woes,

At these delightful shows.

Young kids started to dream-

Hey Scotty, where's the beam?