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