I'm the Urban Spaceman

Embracing Limitless Joy: The Urban Spaceman's Flight of Existence
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Lyrics

I'm the urban spaceman, baby; I?ve got speed

I identify as the urban spaceman and possess speed.

I've got everything I need

I have all the necessary things in life.

I'm the urban spaceman, baby; I can fly

Reiteration of being the urban spaceman, claiming the ability to fly.

I'm a supersonic guy

Asserting oneself as a supersonic individual.


I don't need pleasure

Expressing independence by stating a lack of need for pleasure.

I don't feel pain

Claiming an inability to feel pain.

If you were to knock me down I'd just get up again

Resilience in the face of adversity, emphasizing the ability to rise after being knocked down.

I'm the urban spaceman, baby; I'm makin' out

Engaging in romantic activities as the urban spaceman.

I'm all about

Being actively involved in various activities.


I wake up every morning with a smile upon my face

Waking up with a positive attitude every morning.

My natural exuberance spills out all over the place

Overflowing enthusiasm and energy.


I'm the urban spaceman, I'm intelligent and clean

Reiteration of being the urban spaceman, highlighting intelligence and cleanliness.

Know what I mean?

Seeking confirmation or understanding from the listener.

I'm the urban spaceman, as a lover second to none

Claiming superiority in love relationships.

It's a lot of fun

Emphasizing that being the urban spaceman is enjoyable.


I never let my friends down

Asserting reliability and loyalty to friends.

I've never made a boob

Claiming never to have made a mistake or error.

I'm a glossy magazine, an advert in the tube

Comparing oneself to a glossy magazine or an advertisement in the tube, suggesting a polished image.


I'm the urban spaceman, baby; here comes the twist--

Announcing a twist or revelation, stating the non-existence of the urban spaceman.

I don't exist

Concluding by affirming the non-existence of the urban spaceman.

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