Frank Sinatra - What Time Does The Next Miracle Leave? lyrics
[Frank Sinatra - What Time Does The Next Miracle Leave? lyrics]
My name is Francis Albert
(Francis Albert Sinatra)
And I sing love songs mostly after dark
Mostly in saloons
I've had some very good years
I haven't missed a whole lot
In those firecracker years
And I don't want to miss a
Thing when the future appears
I like to sit outside on a summer
Night with a drink in my hand
And a little moonlit music on the stereo
And look at the stars then I get an urge to
Travel through that fabulous sky
If they can do it in the movies, why can't I?
("Seats are now available on
The Satellite Special leaving
For Mercury, Venus, Pluto
Saturn, Jupiter, Uranus, neptune")
What time does the next miracle leave?
I want to be on board
Save me a seat by the window where I can see
All those marvelous things to
Be seen out there
(Will the trees be green out there, or bare?)
What time does the next miracle leave?
Let's get this show on the road
And when the satellite tours begin
Count me in, count me in, count me in
Count me in, count me in, count me in
("Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one")
When I arrive at Venus
It will surely be spring
And the girl I have waited for
Will be waiting for me
And she'll dance with me all the afternoon
Comfort me when the darkness falls
And she'll still be there in the morning
When I need her the most
Maybe when I get to Venus
I will never be lonely again
("The Satellite Special leaving for Jupiter
Saturn", Jupiter, Saturn)
Jupiter makes with the rain
Saturn makes with the crops
A nicer trade was never made
And hopefully never stops
If Saturn's fields are dry
Jupiter won't stay fat
So Jupiter leaves his faucets on
And that is that
("Next stop, Pluto - where the devil dwells
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha")
Pluto is a rotten place
An evil misbegotten place
It's Hades (It's Hades)
Filled with graduates of the pen
A sordid flock of criminal men
And ladies (Ladies?, Ladies, ladies, ladies)
It's pure hell when your journey ends there
But you can bet your ass I'll
Meet a lot of friends there
(We did it our way)
("Next stop, Mercury, Mercury, the messenger
Mercury the messenger")
Mercury will lead us out to Neptune
And his deep blue sea
(And then) And then to Uranus (Uranus)
Uranus is heaven (Heaven, heaven)
(How will you know, Francis
If it's really heaven?) how will I know?
I will know if they meet me at the station
With a cheese and tomato pizza
Well done (well done) , and a little red wine
("The Satellite Special now leaving
Non-stop for earth, non-stop for earth")
(We'll be on board when
The next miracle leaves
It's time we were gettin' on home)
Please let me off at the desert
Where I can see
All those wonderful things to
Be seen down there
(Will the trees be green down there
Or bare?)
(Francis Albert Sinatra)
And I sing love songs mostly after dark
Mostly in saloons
I've had some very good years
I haven't missed a whole lot
In those firecracker years
And I don't want to miss a
Thing when the future appears
I like to sit outside on a summer
Night with a drink in my hand
And a little moonlit music on the stereo
And look at the stars then I get an urge to
Travel through that fabulous sky
If they can do it in the movies, why can't I?
("Seats are now available on
The Satellite Special leaving
For Mercury, Venus, Pluto
Saturn, Jupiter, Uranus, neptune")
What time does the next miracle leave?
I want to be on board
Save me a seat by the window where I can see
All those marvelous things to
Be seen out there
(Will the trees be green out there, or bare?)
What time does the next miracle leave?
Let's get this show on the road
And when the satellite tours begin
Count me in, count me in, count me in
Count me in, count me in, count me in
("Ten, nine, eight, seven, six
Five, four, three, two, one")
When I arrive at Venus
It will surely be spring
And the girl I have waited for
Will be waiting for me
And she'll dance with me all the afternoon
Comfort me when the darkness falls
And she'll still be there in the morning
When I need her the most
Maybe when I get to Venus
I will never be lonely again
("The Satellite Special leaving for Jupiter
Saturn", Jupiter, Saturn)
Jupiter makes with the rain
Saturn makes with the crops
A nicer trade was never made
And hopefully never stops
If Saturn's fields are dry
Jupiter won't stay fat
So Jupiter leaves his faucets on
And that is that
("Next stop, Pluto - where the devil dwells
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha")
Pluto is a rotten place
An evil misbegotten place
It's Hades (It's Hades)
Filled with graduates of the pen
A sordid flock of criminal men
And ladies (Ladies?, Ladies, ladies, ladies)
It's pure hell when your journey ends there
But you can bet your ass I'll
Meet a lot of friends there
(We did it our way)
("Next stop, Mercury, Mercury, the messenger
Mercury the messenger")
Mercury will lead us out to Neptune
And his deep blue sea
(And then) And then to Uranus (Uranus)
Uranus is heaven (Heaven, heaven)
(How will you know, Francis
If it's really heaven?) how will I know?
I will know if they meet me at the station
With a cheese and tomato pizza
Well done (well done) , and a little red wine
("The Satellite Special now leaving
Non-stop for earth, non-stop for earth")
(We'll be on board when
The next miracle leaves
It's time we were gettin' on home)
Please let me off at the desert
Where I can see
All those wonderful things to
Be seen down there
(Will the trees be green down there
Or bare?)