Ground control to Major Tom...
Ground control to Major Tom:
Lock your Soyuz hatch and put your helmet on!

(Ten, nine, eight...)

Ground control to Major Tom...
Commencing countdown, engines on,
Detach from station and may God's love be with you.

This is ground control to Major Tom:
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear,
But it's time to guide the capsule if you dare.

This is Major Tom to ground control:
I've left for ever more
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way,
And the stars look very different today.

For here am I sitting in a tin can far above the world.
Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing left to do.

Though I've flown one hundred thousand miles,
I'm feeling very still.
And before too long I know it's time to go,
A commender comes down back to Earth and rolls.

Ground control to Major Tom:
The time is near, there's not too long.
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you...

Here am I floating in my tin can,
Last glimpse of the world,
Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing left to do.