MR. SPACEMAN WORDS & MUSIC:   Earl P. Reinhalter I. he lives next door. and every morn, you can hear him build his launch pad in the yard. the gantry tower, the rocket power -- he wants it all so he can go to Mars. as he walks out, dogs bark at his space suit. his wife shouts: "the landlord's here again! Mr. Spaceman, where's the money? Mr. Spaceman, where's the rent? Mr. Spaceman, we are losing, Mr. Spaceman, our tenement." II. he has a box of old moon rocks. he needs a piece of Mars to feel complete. he's well read. feeds his head. never mind the vegetables and meat. like solar wind, the sound of his wife's voice will never end: "the cupboard's bare again! Mr. Spaceman, where's the money? Mr. Spaceman, where's the food? Mr. Spaceman, we are hungry, Mr. Spaceman, we're destitute." III. he kicks the tires and checks the wires. his Martian rover takes him all about. on shopping trips, the Hohmann ellipse always seems to be the shortest route. overhead, the capsule at the top is nearly done. it's made of old lunch boxes he has found, lined with cafeteria trays. "the doctor's here again! Mr. Spaceman, where's the money? Mr. Spaceman, pay the fees. Mr. Spaceman, we are succumbing. Mr. Spaceman, we are diseased." ENDING: Mr. Spaceman... (repeat and ad lib vocal) © Copyright 1988 Earl P. Reinhalter.   All Rights Reserved.