Rocketman

The Red Elvises

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
I am a rocket man!
Be-bop-a-lulah
I am a rocket man!
Sha-la-la-la-la

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

I am a rocket man!
Be-bop-a-lulah
I am a rocket man!
Sha-la-la-la-la
I am a rocket man!
Be-bop-a-lulah
I am a rocket man!
Sha-la-la-la-la

I am a rocket man!
Be-bop-a-lulah
I am a rocket man!
Sha-la-la-la-la
I am a rocket man!