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William Shatner
William Shatner
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elton John
Elton John
Songwriter
Bernie Taupin
Bernie Taupin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Lietz
Chris Lietz
Producer
Jürgen Engler
Jürgen Engler
Producer

Lyrics

She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.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 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
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
Written by: Bernie Taupin, Elton John
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