Gordon Jenkins - What Time Does The Next Miracle Leave? lyrics

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Gordon Jenkins - What Time Does The Next Miracle Leave? lyrics

My name is Francis Albert (Francis Albert Sinatra) And I sing love songs mostly after dark, mostly in saloons I've had some very good years I haven't missed a whole lot in those firecracker years And I don't want to miss a thing when the future appears I like to sit outside on a summer night with a drink in my hand And a little moonlit music on the stereo And look at the stars Then I get an urge to travel through that fabulous sky If they can do it in the movies, why can't I? ("Seats are now available on the Satellite Special leaving for Mercury, Venus, Pluto, Saturn, Jupiter, Uran*s, Neptune.") What time does the next miracle leave? I want to be on board Save me a seat by the window where I can see All those marvelous things to be seen out there (Will the trees be green out there, or bare?) What time does the next miracle leave? Let's get this show on the road And when the satellite tours begin Count me in, count me in , count me in Count me in, count me in , count me in ("Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.") When I arrive at Venus, it will surely be spring And the girl I have waited for, will be waiting for me And she'll dance with me all the afternoon Comfort me when the darkness falls And she'll still be there in the morning when I need her the most Maybe when I get to Venus, I will never be lonely again ("The Satellite Special leaving for Jupiter, Saturn") (Jupiter, Saturn) Jupiter makes with the rain, Saturn makes with the crops A nicer trade was never made, and hopefully never stops If Saturn's fields are dry, Jupiter won't stay fat So Jupiter leaves his faucets on and that is that ("Next stop, Pluto -- where the devil dwells, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha") Pluto is a rotten place, an evil misbegotten place It's Hades (It's Hades) Filled with graduates of the pen, a sordid flock of criminal men And ladies (Ladies?) (Ladies, ladies, ladies) It's pure hell when your journey ends there But you can bet your a** I'll meet a lot of friends there (We did it our way) ("Next stop, Mercury, Mercury, the messenger, Mercury the messenger") Mercury will lead us out to Neptune and his deep blue sea (And then) And then to Uran*s (Uran*s) Uran*s is heaven (Heaven, heaven) (How will you know, Francis, if it's really heaven?) How will I know? I will know If they meet me at the station with a cheese and tomato pizza Well done (well done), and a little red wine ("The Satellite Special now leaving non-stop for earth, non-stop for earth") (We'll be on board when the next miracle leaves It's time we were gettin' on home) Please let me off at the desert, where I can see All those wonderful things to be seen down there (Will the trees be green down there, or bare?)