The Cybertronians
Launched a toy shelf invasion
A too-common form, I fear
Has me up to my nerdy ears
I'm not talkin' 'bout the
The cars they're givin'
Least they have sev'ral shapes

What I see on the shelf now is quite a lot of fighter jets
A good percentage which just makes me mad
To my eyes? Borin' stuff
That percentage really makes me sad

Transformations all alike
Cockpit as a torso, right
The engines always become feet
The arms come from in between
Imagination
Is on an island vacation
Not taxin' on my brain

Not really a puzzle how these bots turn into fighter jets
The undercarriage always spoils their plans
Who needs instructions, bud?
When the blandness leaves me rather sad
Decepticon force
Most run the same course
When not a tank or
A gun, they run the same course

Some variety (some variety)
Would be a break for me (be a break for me)
A wall of same out there (wall of same out there)
All exceptions very rare, oh

Hate the pattern that I've found in bots who become fighter jets
The repetition really drives me mad
Not reused molds here, but
Repetition that makes me feel sad
Starscream, the blame's on
It's him they're based on
Not lit'rally, they simply mimic his mold
Let go of Screamer, he's old

Ooh, damn fighter jets
Ev'ry single one is dull and bland
At least the Earth-based fighter jets
The futuristic ones aren't quite as drab
Still then, they all
Have wings as kibble
The back's where they fall
Little to no folds

Oh
Still buyin' all these fighter jets
Mildly obsessed with this franchise, know that, haha
Complainin' 'bout these fighter jets
Still I'm obsessed with them, bought the whole rack