… and some goggles.But I don’t want to be a rocket man if I have to do this:(oh, the trans-vestism thing does not bother me. It’s the paint and flour and stuff that I would find terribly annoying. Oh, and I don’t really like to wear lipstick either.)
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I couldn’t help but make this connection:”She packed my bags last night pre-flightZero hour nine a.m.And i’m gonna be high as a kite by thenI miss the earth so much i miss my wifeIt’s lonely out in spaceOn such a timeless flightAnd i think it’s gonna be a long long timeTill touch down brings me round again to findI’m not the man they think i am at homeOh no no no i’m a rocket manRocket man burning out his fuse up here aloneMars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kidsIn fact it’s cold as hellAnd there’s no one there to raise them if you didAnd all this science i don’t understandIt’s just my job five days a weekA rocket man, a rocket man”words by Bernie Taupin, and Elton John