SHOOTING STAR
Phillips

You were a shooting star, weren't you,
'Till moon dust came along and burned you?
You ought to do what you do, you ought to do.
You ought to do what you do, you ought to do.
Across the milky way, waving 
You know your heart is worth saving.
You ought to do what you do, you ought to do.
You ought to do what you do, you ought to do.
Your name in northern lights, glowing;
You know your mind is worth blowing.
You ought to do what you do, you ought to do.