hey, rocketman, where are your wings
where are your heart-shaped sunglasses
& what are those drops of blood there
smeared along that yellow brick road
who’ll save you from critical thought
you think it’s gonna be your time
who’ll spoon-feed you zen magic now
the touchdown’s gonna smash you up
rocketman, where’s your piano
your pocketful of skimming stones
exchanged your ticket to the moon
for cheeky mooning & moonshine
who’ll grant you the life that you sought
you’ve fought so hard to make that climb
who’ll sing to you your swan song now
that splashdown’s gonna wreck you up
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
unbolt me 
The only thing missing is crocodile rock. Beware those teeth on a Saturday night
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Such a classic song! 😀
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Agreed
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Very expressive.
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Thank you, Dolly!
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My pleasure, Tony.
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That reminds me a lot about the youth here
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Still, we all of us mustn’t give up on our dreams. At least that’s what I’m thinking anyway. Thanks so much for reading!
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Has he died???
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If you’re talking about who I think you’re talking about, thankfully no!
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Phew!
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