(Quatro/Tuckey)
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