Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Packed my flour bag last night Pre-flight, Zero hour, 3:00 p.m. 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 down downs bring 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 throwing out his flour on-out alone.

Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your mugs, In fact it’s cold as hell And there’s no hash 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.