Shooting the Moon

All of the astronauts

Champagne in plastic cups

Waiting for the big hero to show

Outside the door, he stands

His head in his hands

And his heart in his throat

What can he tell 'em now?

Sorry, I let you down?

Sorry, it wasn't quite the truth

But don't get hung up on it

Just soldier on with it

And good luck with shooting the moon

Shooting the moon

Shooting the moon

The moo-oo-oon

Shooting the moon

All of the principals

Generals, admirals

And the podium lit with the spotlight

The crowd buzzes quietly

Waiting expectantly

Like it's opening night

What can he tell 'em now?

Sorry, I let you down?

Sorry, it wasn't quite the truth?

But don't get hung up on it

Just soldier on with it

And good luck with shooting the moon

Shooting the moon

Shooting the moon

The moo-oo-oon

Shooting the moon