Matthew Morrison, Elton John - Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters / Rocket Man lyrics
[Matthew Morrison, Elton John - Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters / Rocket Man lyrics]
"Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters"
And know I know "Spanish Harlem" are
Not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew but now I know rose trees
Never grow in New York city
Ohh until you see this trash
Can dream come true
You stand at the edge while
People run you through and I thank the Lord
There's people out there like you
I thank the Lord there's people
Out there like you
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say "Good
Morning" to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say "Good
Morning" to the night (To the night)
For unless they see the sky but
They can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
(They know not if it's dark outside or light)
"Rocket Man"
Oh, she packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour 9AM
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 (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, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Oh yeah
Mars ain't the kind of place
To raise your kids
In fact, it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to
Raise them if you did, oh
And all this science, I don't understand
(Don't, don't understand)
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man a rocket man
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
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, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Oh, and I think it's gonna be a long
Long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
Yeah, I think it's gonna be a long, long time
(Long, long time)
Yes, I think it's gonna be a long, long time
(Long, long time) oh, long, long time
Yeah, I think it's gonna be a long, long time
Long, long time
"Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters"
Mona lisas and mad hatters
Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bakers, sons of lawyers
Sons of bakers, sons of lawyers
Turn around to say good morning to the night
Oh mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bakers, sons of lawyers
And know I know "Spanish Harlem" are
Not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew but now I know rose trees
Never grow in New York city
Ohh until you see this trash
Can dream come true
You stand at the edge while
People run you through and I thank the Lord
There's people out there like you
I thank the Lord there's people
Out there like you
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say "Good
Morning" to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
While Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say "Good
Morning" to the night (To the night)
For unless they see the sky but
They can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
(They know not if it's dark outside or light)
"Rocket Man"
Oh, she packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour 9AM
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 (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, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Oh yeah
Mars ain't the kind of place
To raise your kids
In fact, it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to
Raise them if you did, oh
And all this science, I don't understand
(Don't, don't understand)
It's just my job five days a week
A rocket man a rocket man
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
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, I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Oh, and I think it's gonna be a long
Long time
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
Yeah, I think it's gonna be a long, long time
(Long, long time)
Yes, I think it's gonna be a long, long time
(Long, long time) oh, long, long time
Yeah, I think it's gonna be a long, long time
Long, long time
"Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters"
Mona lisas and mad hatters
Mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bakers, sons of lawyers
Sons of bakers, sons of lawyers
Turn around to say good morning to the night
Oh mona Lisas and mad hatters
Sons of bakers, sons of lawyers