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 I AM A ROCKET MAN!
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