|: Ground control to Major Tom :|
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on!
Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you!
(spoken:)
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff!
This is ground control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare.
This is Major Tom to ground control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today.
For here am I sitting in a tin can,
far above the world
Planet Earth is blue,
and there's nothing I can do.
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much - she knows!
Ground control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
|: Can you hear me, Major Tom? :|
Can you....
Here am I floating round my tin can,
far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue,
and there's nothing I can do.