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Some of us belong to the stars
And that is where I am going.
I will soar all over the sky
And I won't need a Boeing.
Most people stay and battle on with their boredom.
But what's the sense in dreaming dreams if you hoard 'em ?
It won't be long before I say my ta-ta's,
I belong to the stars.

Some of us belong to the stars.
Up there is where you'll find me.
If you want to come for the ride.
Then form a queue behind me.
Soon I'll be wallowing in all of life's riches.
I'm going to carve myself some crater-like niches;
You better go rehearse your hip-hip-hoorahs!
I belong to the stars.

Some of us belong to the stars;
There's followers and leaders.
Some of us are born to be great
And some are born conceders.
So I will go wherever winners assemble.
Yes, from now on the world won't spin, it will tremble.
I'll soon be passing round the Cuban cigars,
I belong to the stars.

Some of us belong to the stars.
We fly around in orbit.
We soak up the wisdom of life
While others can't absorb it.
I'll hang my hat in every part of the atlas.
Most of the time I will be hopelessly hatless.
You must come visit one of my shangri-la's,
I belong to the stars.

John Barry
Don Black
sung by Michael Crawford