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

[The following section is repeated several times, ending the tune]

Band's playin' hail to the chief

It puzzles me so...

Don't hang up that phone