(QuatroTuckey)

Float down the Avenue

Float on eight miles high

Space cadets gonna fly on down that

Red ribboned sky



Singing oh, singing oh

Where do we belong

Where did we go wrong

Golden dreams in Silver spoons

Give us anything our hearts desire

Plastic suns I see paper moons

Well I guess I must be on fire



Singing oh, singing oh

Where do we belong

Where did we go wrong



Bright is the A.M. light gonna shine

So crystal clear

A vision so suddenly

Then softly disappeared



Singing oh, singing oh

Where do we belong

Where did we go wrong

Float on those space cadets

Ya gotta face those space cadets