Looking at Earth through telescope My spaceship is clean, and I love my job. Music of space crawls in my ear; I'm dreaming of girls and six-pack of beer.
4....3....2....1....
I AM A ROCKET MAN! Be-bop-a-lulah I AM A ROCKET MAN! Sha-la-la-la-la (Repeat)
Saturday night tastes just like Monday morning. Nobody's here; I'm lonely and horny. Voices of stars turning me on, I want to have sex, it's time to fly home.
I AM A ROCKET MAN! Be-bop-a-lulah I AM A ROCKET MAN! Sha-la-la-la-la (Repeat)
(Guitar solo)
I AM A ROCKET MAN! Be-bop-a-lulah I AM A ROCKET MAN! Sha-la-la-la-la