When I was 3, my mother said to me Eat up your greens and say your grave While on TV they put a dog in space And left here there... you should've seen her face And Walter Cronkite said: "One day we'll earn our daily bread But still on earth I thrive... and you pretend I'm not alive When I was 5, the dream was still alive And walk by with my substitute Conducting things in outer space" When I was 8, we shared a cloakrack - it was great And I pretended I had so much on my plate While I fasten the oxygen valve on my space suit And during phonics class, perfected my delivery I had a speech to write, about moonshot trajectory Now the band's playing "Hail to the Chief" While my capsule's out floating by some tropical reef all the experts can agree on, regarding your motives it puzzles me so... in the cape canaveral crash... is that they know nothing Now I'm full grown, and I've a spacecraft of my own Hey darling, throw this 'space-pup' a bone But there you sit, still upon your Earthly throne Don't touch that dial, don't hang up that phone