Brown control to Major Tom, Brown control to Major Tom.
Grab a magazine and sit down on the john.
Brown control to Major Tom,
(spoken)
10, 9 , 8, 7 , 6, 5 , 4 ,3 ,2, 1
Pressure mountin', so come on,
Get positioned and then do what you must do.

This is Brown Control to Major Tom
You really can't dela-a-a-ay
Or there's danger pretty soon some sh*t you'll wear
Now it's time to heave them crapsules I decla-are.

This is Major Tom to Brown Control
Barely squeezed through the do-o-or.
Space suit bloating in a most peculiar way
From the farts I've been afflicted with toda-a-a-ay.

For here am I all bloated like a blimp, man.
Fearing fudge I'll hurl.
The extractor hooked into
Just before my rear hatch blew


(Bridge)

Though it's tossed 100,000 miles
Circling earth until.
I know my space sh*t back to earth will go-o
Will ignite at atmospheric touch and glo-o-o-ow

When it does it will become
A chute-ing star to wish upon.
From the rear of Major Tom
From the rear of Major Tom
From the...

Rear of a defecatin' space man
Far above the moon
Going number two
Puts on a light show for you