The tired astronaut would loveTo stay at home today
But if he doesn’t travel up
He’ll lose his spacy pay
Poor old cosmonaut, he’d like
If he’d not go away
His grandkids all have brand new toys
But he just cannot play
His ancient, elder spaceman suit
Fits unwell and astray
It once was tailored perfectly
This causes him dismay
He wants to be a normal man
And in his bed he’d lay
But he cannot afford his bills
And costs he must defray
Oh, tired astronaut, I wish
That you could have your day
But if you do, you know that you
Will lose your spacy pay