When the sun comes up on a sleepy little town Down around San Antone

Well, we had a lot of luck on Venus We always had a ball on Mars We're meeting all the groovy people We've rocked the Milky Way so far

I'm a rocket man, burnin' up his fuse up here alone

'Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom

I spent two years in Boston while attending college. My roommate and I referred to it as The Armpit.

Well, we were just another band out of Boston

If you're on the road, get your kicks on RT 66

Out on the road for forty days Last night in Little Rock put me in a haze

Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt (disclaimer - just keeping with the theme, I cannot stand Jimmy Buffett)

You headed for the fun down in Biloxi And the Gulf of Mexico

My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again. Sure as the dust that blows high in June, when movin' through Kashmir.

On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha

The guys and I dig a city called Salt Lake, It's got the grooviest kids

Even old New York was once New Amsterdam Why they changed it I can't say People just liked it better that way

We're off on the road to Morocco This camel is tough on the spine

I remember many pleasant nights in Bangkok when I was young, carefree and had plenty of money to spend on frivolities.

We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee We don't take our trips on LSD

I'm leavin on a midnight train to Georgia

At the copa,Copacabana The hottest spot north of Havana

One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster The bars are temples but their pearls ain't free You'll find a god in every golden cloister And if you're lucky, then the god's a she