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 s**, 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!