Do you remember Regatta's beer? It's such an ugly songI've heard a rumour from Ground Control Oh no, don't say it's trueThey got a message from the action man I'm happy, hope you're happy tooI've loved all of needed love Saw the details on the wayThe shaking of nothing is killing Just pictures of jackdaws in synthesisAnd I, I ain't got no money And I ain't got no handsThis thing, this song's a piece of cake for my throatBut I'm hoping to kick, but this planet is glowingAshes to ash and funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkieStrung out in heaven's mind Hitting that all time lowTime and again I tell myself I'll stay clean tonightBut the little green wheels are following me Oh no, not againI'm stuck with a valuable friend I'm happy, hope you're happy tooOne flash of light but no smoking pistolI've never done good things I've never done bad thingsI've never did anything out of the blueWant an axe to break the ice Want it come down right nowAshes to ashes funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkieStrung out in heaven's mind Hitting that all time lowMy mama said to get things done You better not mess with Major TomMy mama said to get things done You better not mess with Major TomMy mama said to get things done You better not mess with Major TomMy mama said to get things done You better not mess with Major TomMy mama said to get things done You better not mess with Major Tom