She’s got silver sparks in her hair, Green suit blazing through the air, Two controllers, locked and lit, Nanna’s not the type to quit. She left her rocker on the moon, Traded tea for sonic boom. No more slippers, no more stew, She’s got missions left to do. Clouds part when she’s on the rise, Jetpack dreams and rebel skies, No knitting, no bingo halls, She’s rewriting gravity’s laws. Jetpack Nanna, flying free, Blasting past what used to be. Flames behind, no time to land, She’s got the future in her hand. Jetpack Nanna, hear her roar, She’s not grounded anymore! She dodged drones in Sector Nine, Outflew traffic, crossed the line. Told the council, “Nice try, boys, I’ve got galaxies to noise.” She’s got boosters in her boots, And a playlist full of roots. Every planet knows her name, She’s the legend in the flame. She’s not your average gran in tweed, She’s got quantum fuel and speed. Racing comets, chasing stars, Trading wrinkles for battle scars. No rules, no age, no fear, She’s the echo pioneers hear. Jetstream rebel, myth reborn, She’s the storm they can’t outrun. Jetpack Nanna, flying free, Blasting past what used to be. Flames behind, no time to land, She’s got the future in her hand. Jetpack Nanna, hear her roar, She’s not grounded anymore! So if you see a streak of light, Ripping through the velvet night, Wave hello, don’t ask her why, Jetpack Nanna’s in the sky.
