Moon 69

We got the Moon, it’s ours for the taking
We got the Moon, it’s in our hands
Look at the Moon, there’s Armstrong-a-leaping
He got the Moon, and he’s our man
Send our love to Russia
Sympathy? Not much
Tell Brezhnev and his brethren:
«We think you’re out of touch.»
Big deal, you threw a boomerang
Laika, puppy in the sky
But our silver capsule landed
Man has never been so high
The moon is heaven’s eye
It looks so very small from here
But it’s really quite a trip
It always seemed impossible
Got to move at quite a clip
Say Hello to the Future
Though he’s a bit behind the times
They scheduled him for yesterday
Now he’s finally arrived
(This transmission is coming to you from the moon.)
Bailey tossed a rope around
Now NASA reels it in
But old folks say they staged it
On a backlot of MGM
Move over, Mr. President
No ticker-tape for you
These boys been lunar after all, man
That golf ball really flew
We heave hallelujahs hell-high
To the moon-eyed sky
The moon is heaven’s eye