My name is Francis Albert   (Francis Albert Sinatra)   And I sing love songs mostly after dark, mostly in salons   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, Neptune   Here it is      What time does the next miracle, 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   (Where the things be green out there, all there)      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   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 and Saturn   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 leave his fortunes and that is that      Next stop, Pluto where the devils dwell   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 defense   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 ass, I'll lead a lot of friends there   (We're getting R A )   (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 Uranus   (Uranus)   Uranus is heaven   (Heaven, heaven, heaven)   (How will you know, Francis, if it's really heaven?)      How will I know?   I will know, if they need me at the station   With the 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      Get me on board when the next miracle leaves   It's time we were getting on board   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, all there)