Guest Jonh(s): Charlie McDonnell and Jimmy Hill
The related banter…
Hank: But first, does Jimmy have a poem for us?
Jimmy: Oh yeah, Hank, I’ve got a poem alright. Well, we’re going to split it.
Charlie: Yeah, we’re gonna do a line each.
Hank: Oh.
Jimmy: We’re gonna read it together.
Charlie: Do you wanna start, Jimmy?
Jimmy: “Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids
Charlie: In fact it’s cold as hell
Jimmy: And there’s no one there to raise them if you did
Charlie: And all this science I don’t understand
Jimmy: It’s just my job five days a week
Charlie: A rocket man, a rocket man
Jimmy: And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time”
Hank: Thanks for that, that lovely poem.
Jimmy: The beautiful lyrics of Bernie Taupin there.
Hank: He is very prolific.
Jimmy: What is this guy building rockets saying he doesn’t know anything about science for? Surely that’s kind of a fundamental thing on your CV if your job is to create spacecrafts.
Hank: Well I don’t think his job is to create spacecraft. I think his job is just to sit in the spacecraft but it has always seemed kind of odd to me that it’s just his job five days a week and now they’re sending him to Mars, question mark? Because that’s gonna take a lot… You can’t, like, come home on the weekends.
Charlie: You stole my joke, that’s what I was gonna say.
Jimmy: Oh you… Sorry Charlie.
Charlie: I had that one ready, Hank.
Jimmy: You paused for so long. I thought somebody needs to say something. I resorted to stealing a joke for the sake of an awkward silence.
Hank: Oh, well there’s nothing quite as hilarious as an awkward silence so let’s just have one of those.
Charlie: Oh dear. No, I was like “That’s the awkward silence that we’ll edit out, there it is. Can’t wait to see that go.” (All laugh)
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Click to read opening lyrics
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Zero hour, 9 a.m.
And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the Earth so much, I miss my wife
It’s lonely out in Space
On such a timeless flight
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
‘Til touchdown brings me ’round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh, no, no, no, I’m a rocket man
Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
‘Til touchdown brings me ’round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh, no, no, no, I’m a rocket man
Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone
Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact, it’s cold as hell
And there’s no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science, I don’t understand
It’s just my job, five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
Click to read remaining song lyrics
‘Til touchdown brings me ’round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh, no, no, no, I’m a rocket man
Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
‘Til touchdown brings me ’round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh, no, no, no, I’m a rocket man
Rocket man, burning out his fuse up here alone
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
John Green Reads Poetry 