Our rocket, come on board, head up in space
Our mission: drop a load off at Tranquility base
Here's a back up plan for the future to conceive
We got a lot of love to leave
Moonshot! Our spunky crew dropping off the goo
Moonshot! Protected from doom by the spooge on the moon
Moonshot! Spacemen and their specimens
Moonshot! Come into space, drop a load on the face of the moon
Our cargo is very precious: a coo-coo-spit parade
Rude glue. Spaff and Spew. Pale marmalade
Brutal orbits, rocket science, the seams about to burst
We could try it again tonight
I just need a little rest first
Like Noah's Ark full of custard and ready to explode
(that's a figurative boat load)
Moonshot! Cough drops and Daddy Sauce
Moonshot! Gentleman's Relish and Fappy Juice
Moonshot! Happy trails, Citizen Splashback!
Moonshot! Come into space, drop a load on the face of the moon
Tie a thick, white ribbon around that lovely old oak tree
Tell me you'll come back to me
Our rocket, the Silk Arrow, and a few good men
Deposit frozen swimmers. Thank you, come again
Counting down the seconds to our mutual blast-off
Waining on and waxing off
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