I Want To Be The First Folk Singer On The Space Shuttle
from: The Bellevue Years
President Reagan, are you out there?
If you are, listen to my plea
You chose Senator Garns
You chose a schoolteacher
Won't you please consider me?
I Want To Be The First Folk Singer On The Space Shuttle
Want to zoom into the blue
I'll write songs about what it's like in outer space
Inspired by the whizzing by of the human race
I'll sing eight miles high at ten miles up
Write songs about coffee floating out of it's cup
Aw Mr President the space shuttle is my aim
Here's my resume
Remember my name
Oh, the President, he's not out there?
Balderdash, poppycock, gee whiz
But maybe the Vice President
Whats-his-name?
Maybe George Bush is
Unless he's at the funeral of some head of state
Or bowling with the diplomat from Kuwait
But Mr Vice President if you're you out there
Can't you just picture me in the stratosphere
I Want To Be The First Folk Singer On The Space Shuttle
Want to zoom off into the sky
I'll write songs about the fruit fly that got away
I'll write songs about the satellite that got away
I'll write songs about wrenches that fly through the air
About women astronaut's uncontrollable hair
Aw Mr Bush the Space Shuttle is my aim
Here's my resume
Please remember my name
Oh, he's not listening either?
If the president's not listening
And the vice president's not listening
OK
Alexander Haige are you out there?
Oh, I forgot, you're not the next in line
Well, maybe someone here knows some top brass
Who can get me into astronaut training class
I'll study real hard
I'll stay after school
Discussing quantum theories
Zero gravity rules
Aw c'mon people take a look at this face
It belongs to someone who belongs in space
I Want To Be The First Folk Singer On The Space Shuttle
Ain't Tom Paxton gonna be mad
I'll sing "Ramblin' Boy" a million miles an hour
Play an electric guitar fueled with solar power
You can do experiments on my brain
If they don't come out the first time you can do them again
All because the space shuttle is my aim
Here's my resume
Remember my name
If you are, listen to my plea
You chose Senator Garns
You chose a schoolteacher
Won't you please consider me?
I Want To Be The First Folk Singer On The Space Shuttle
Want to zoom into the blue
I'll write songs about what it's like in outer space
Inspired by the whizzing by of the human race
I'll sing eight miles high at ten miles up
Write songs about coffee floating out of it's cup
Aw Mr President the space shuttle is my aim
Here's my resume
Remember my name
Oh, the President, he's not out there?
Balderdash, poppycock, gee whiz
But maybe the Vice President
Whats-his-name?
Maybe George Bush is
Unless he's at the funeral of some head of state
Or bowling with the diplomat from Kuwait
But Mr Vice President if you're you out there
Can't you just picture me in the stratosphere
I Want To Be The First Folk Singer On The Space Shuttle
Want to zoom off into the sky
I'll write songs about the fruit fly that got away
I'll write songs about the satellite that got away
I'll write songs about wrenches that fly through the air
About women astronaut's uncontrollable hair
Aw Mr Bush the Space Shuttle is my aim
Here's my resume
Please remember my name
Oh, he's not listening either?
If the president's not listening
And the vice president's not listening
OK
Alexander Haige are you out there?
Oh, I forgot, you're not the next in line
Well, maybe someone here knows some top brass
Who can get me into astronaut training class
I'll study real hard
I'll stay after school
Discussing quantum theories
Zero gravity rules
Aw c'mon people take a look at this face
It belongs to someone who belongs in space
I Want To Be The First Folk Singer On The Space Shuttle
Ain't Tom Paxton gonna be mad
I'll sing "Ramblin' Boy" a million miles an hour
Play an electric guitar fueled with solar power
You can do experiments on my brain
If they don't come out the first time you can do them again
All because the space shuttle is my aim
Here's my resume
Remember my name
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