Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Honky Chвteau

She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It's lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down 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
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as [bad word] 
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
rocket man, a rocket man

And I think it's gonna be a long long time...