But these things I do
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
It’s true that Mars is not the kind of place to raise your kids, and it’s about time (1972) somebody said it. To back up this point, I personally would have noted that Mars is a different planet with no civilization—no playgrounds, schools, chocolate milk!—that is basically uninhabitable (at least circa the mindset of 50 years ago). Elton went with “it’s cold,” which is fine. But as for nobody being there to raise his kids … wouldn’t uh, he be there, on Mars? Or was he planning to drop them off? It begs the question of who is raising Elton’s hypothetical kids on Earth. Nevertheless, what’s truly bothersome is:
If you did
If you did … what? Raise your kids on Mars? So if you raise your kids on Mars then you can’t raise your kids on Mars because no one is there to raise the kids? What are we even singing about here? The “if you did” just dangles there like some kind of crime against syntax, and it’s NOT just a bad look in print—it sounds this way when he sings it, too. You can hear it now, can’t you? If you diiiiid … and it’s hilarious. Moving on.
And all the science, I don’t understand
Elton, you’re an ASTRONAUT. What do you mean you don’t understand the science? This isn’t a gd school bus. As ludicrous as this line is, the thought of Elton John boarding a rocket ship wearing huge glasses and a full-length, fluorescent green glittered coat, saying in his British accent, “Don’t bore me with all the mumbo jumbo, just get me to bloody Mars so I can drop off these brats,” as several NASA employees struggle to get him into a spacesuit pleases me greatly.
It’s just my job, five days a week
Just a blue collar guy, Elton John. Clocking in and out, 9-5, at his regular job of ASTRONAUT. Brown bagging a pb&j, grabbing a drink with the fellas after work every now and then. Union guy. Oh, a major satellite malfunctioned and you need him to head up to space and fix it on a Saturday? Don’t even bother asking. Even at time and a half, that’s his time. This is just a job.
A rocket maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan
A rocket man
Straight ran out of lyrics, so let’s just sing the name of the song here. No one will notice.
OK so the other song in question, “Your Song,” is unique in that the song itself is intended to be a gift. In that sense, it should be beyond reproach lyrically. It is not.
If I was a sculptor, ha
But then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song, and this one's for you
Let me start by saying WHAT.
An editor would have said to Elton, “Elton, instead of imagining a scenario and then scoffing at it and starting over, just don’t do that. Delete that part. Don’t mention it. Why are you mentioning it? Also, it should be ‘were a sculptor,’ not ‘was.’ But again—delete it.”
The editor would have continued: “And what’s up the ‘or?’ You told your audience to forget that first part. So to what is the ‘or’ referring? It can’t be sculptor, because you laughed at that idea and said ‘no.’”
Editor: “But honestly, Elton, let’s take an entire step back and look at this more broadly. You have not completed a thought here. Let’s set aside the fact that ‘man who makes potions in a traveling show’ is arguably the most bizarre and unrelatable scenario you could have possibly imagined. ‘Hey baby, here are the potions I made today in the traveling show. This one is called I Love You. This other one is called Sex Me.’ Is THAT a thing? Being a sculptor makes more sense! Why did you laugh at that? Ugh, anyway, whatever, OK, fine. What IF you were a man who made potions in a traveling show? Then what? You follow that up with ‘I know it’s not much’ … you know WHAT is not much? The potions?"
So excuse me for forgetting
But these things I do
You see I've forgotten, if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is, what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
“ELTON! You forgot their eye color? Don’t put that in the song! That is bad. Delete this entire part. The last line does not salvage this mess. What are sweet eyes? No. NO! This is never gonna work!”