That November night, looking up into the sky,
You said,

'Hey, wish that was me up there
It's the biggest rocket I could find,
And it's holding the night in its arms
If only for a moment.
I can't see the look in its eyes,
But I'm sure it must be laughing.'

But it seemed to me the saddest thing I'd ever seen,
And I, I thought you were crazy, wishing such a thing.

I saw only a stick on fire,
Alone on its journey
Home to the quickening ground,
With no one there to catch it.

I put on my pointed hat
And my black and silver suit,
And I check my gunpowder pack
And I strap the stick on my back.
And, dressed as a rocket on Waterloo Bridge
Nobody seems to see me.
Then, with the fuse in my hand,
And now shooting into the night

And still as a rocket,
I land in the river.
Was it me said you were crazy?

I put on my cloudiest suit,
(he he he he he he)
(Big red flippers)
(he he he he he he)
Size 5 lightning boots, too.
(he he he he he he)
(Big red flippers)
'Cause I am a rocket
(he he he he)
(Big red flippers)
On fire.
(Big red flippers)
Look at me go, with my tail on fire,
(he he he he)
(Big red flippers)
With my tail on fire,
(heeeee)
(Big red flippers)
On fire.
(heeeee)
(Big red flippers)
Hey, look at me go, look at me...
(heeeeeeeeee)