That man is not an astronaut...
He thinks the falling stars, are falling to the ground.
He prefers the seedy bars, there's no beer in space.
He's been around the world and he, he, he, he can't find his baby.
He's kind of short and smug, he's got real greasy hair.
He's way too commonplace, his jacuzzi is lukewarm.
He was born on a farm, he wants to milk the cows, to till the fields, to hack the oats, to gather the corn, kill the cows, play in the hay.
It's not as dark in the bar, as it is in space.
His feet stay on the ground, his steps are very small (allusion to giant steps on the moon).
He's not hip to the Buzz, nor aware of Neil.
In 1969, he was taking a crap.
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