For this next song, we would like to perform something that, uh, was not written by us
Uh, you could say it was written by a slightly more successful artist
This is "Rocket Man," by David Bowie
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour, nine AM
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much
I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
'Till touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burning out his fuse up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
'Till touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burning out his fuse up here alone
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man
A rocket man
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
'Till touch down brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burning out his fuse up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
'Till touchdown brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no
I'm a rocket man
Rocket man
Burning out his fuse up here alone
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Thank you
I assume you're clapping at home
Thanks for that