And I think it's gonna be a long, long, time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no no no I'm a rocket man Burnin' out his fuse Up there alone She packed my bags last night, pre-flight

Na, na, na, na, na, na, Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na Oh where did the party go? We were ending it on the phone I'm not gonna go home alone Where, where did the party go? And all the boys are smoking Menthol's,