Man on the Moon

Lyrics

Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match Monopoly, twenty-one, checkers and chess Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess Let's play Twister, let's play Risk See you in heaven if you make the list See you in heaven if you make the list Now Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby, are we losing touch? If you believеd they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you bеlieved there's nothing up his sleeve Nothing is cool Moses went walking with the staff of wood Newton got beaned by the apple good Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask Now Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby, are you having fun? If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believed there's nothing up his sleeve Nothing is cool Here's a little agit for the never-believer Here's a little ghost for the offering Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling Yeah, Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling (Uh, Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling) Now Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby, are we losing touch? If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believed there's nothing up his sleeve Nothing is cool, nothing is cool Nothing is cool Nothing is cool (Nothing is cool) If you believed If you, if you believed Man on the moon Man on the moon