
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
(Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...) Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on (...five, four, three, two...)
Check ignition and may God's love be with you (...one, lift off!)
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