Rocket Science

Words and music ©2008 by Howard Ashby Kranz

 

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1. It’s ten minutes till ignition, and a man climbs up the thruster

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with a thirty thousand dollar pair of pliers

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And if he turns too tight the gyroscopic hubs could overstabilize;

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if it’s too loose the seat pads could catch fire.

 

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Chorus: Cause this is rocket science, cause this is rocket science, cause this is rocket science.

Em       Am        Gdim    B7         Em    Am   Gdim    B7          Em   Am    Gdim      Em

Tight!  Loose!  Rocket science!   Cold!  Hot!  Rocket science!  Life, death, it’s rocket science.

 

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2. A technician and a colonel with schematics and a weather map

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are arguing the percentage of success.

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Saying perhaps we should recalibrate, but if we let this window pass

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we’ll catch it from the general and the press

 

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Chorus: Cause this is rocket science, cause this is rocket science, cause this is rocket science.

Em       Am        Gdim    B7         Em    Am   Gdim    B7          Em   Am   Gdim        Em

Tight!  Loose!  Rocket science!   Cold!  Hot!  Rocket science!  Life, death, it’s rocket science.

 

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Bridge:   Rocket science, a scary ride:  you make tough calls on insufficient data

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Rocket science – you decide what’s right and wrong, what does and doesn’t matter.

 

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3.  Now the colonel tells the team charged to investigate the accident:

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It was an act of God, a freak trick of the wind.

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If he sells that line, our jobs are saved and no one else is really hurt,

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and the lawyer strokes his pointed beard and grins.

 

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Chorus: Cause this is rocket science, cause this is rocket science, cause this is rocket science.

Em       Am     Gdim    B7         Em       Am       Gdim    B7          Em   Am      Gdim      Em

Truth!  Lies!   Rocket science!   Right!  Wrong!  Rocket science!  Heaven, hell, it’s rocket science.