Rocket Man

For this next song, we would like to perform something that, uh, was not written by us
 Uh, you could say it was written by a slightly more successful artist
 This is "Rocket Man," by David Bowie
 She packed my bags last night pre-flight
 Zero hour, nine AM
 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 touchdown 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
 And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
 'Till touchdown 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
 And I think it's gonna be a long long time
 'Till touchdown 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
 And I think it's gonna be a long long time
 And I think it's gonna be a long long time
 And I think it's gonna be a long long time
 And I think it's gonna be a long long time
 Thank you
 I assume you're clapping at home
 Thanks for that