Don't I have a pretty faceAnd a nice wide small?
And hey there,
Would you like to know my name?
I would love to have you over,
But someone locked the door,
And I can't reverse the engines anymore.
Can you hear me up in outer space?
(And the world keeps spinning round.)
Can you hear me up in outer space?
On the new black fella, in my shoes, and my warm tweed 
suit.
I have all the latest records from the new fangled bands.
And I play them on my hi-fi stereo.
There's a little red button near the mailbox over head

To get me out of any kind of jam.
Can you hear me up in outer space?
(And the world keeps spinning round.)
Can you hear me up in outer space?
If we could only reach each other,
We might have gone all the way.
We might have gone all the way.
We might have gone all the way.
We might have gone all the way.
We might have gone all the way.
We might have gone all the way.
We might have gone all the way.
We might have gone all the way.
We might have gone all the way.
We might have gone all the way.