Straight to the Moon

Lyrics
[Verse 1] You got lucky walkin' cross the crowded room When the cameras went from wide to zoom And caught you in the act Well, now, you've got something Something we could really use If we could get you on the evening news And spruce up the facts [Chorus] We'd go straight to the moon Planting the seeds and then watching them bloom But isn't it strange What gets thrown up, comes right back down again? [Verse 2] Snuck out the back With Nancy and the philistines Quotes from Rolling Stone magazine Dribble from her mouth Oh, now, please don't tell me Let me have this one surprise If I come back a million years from now Can I keep my scalp? [Chorus] I go straight to the moon Planting the seeds and then watching them bloom But isn't it strange Once it goes out, it comes right back again? Ooh, we go straight through the moon Turn on the TV and you're in the cartoons Ooh, but isn't it strange Once it goes out, it comes right back again? [Bridge] Your co-conspirators Open up the secret door And now the truth is out What are we gonna do about it? [Verse 3] I'm not much on second hand information Sycophantic recreations Have been down with the smile Well, I rolled up my sleeves And took off my good shoes You can't get in and get loose Without gettin' dirt in your eyes [Chorus] Ooh, you go straight to the moon Planting the seeds and then watching them bloom Ooh, isn't it strange Once it goes up, it comes back down again? Ooh, it's too much too soon Turn on the TV and I'm in the cartoons Ooh, isn't it strange What gets thrown up, comes right back down again? [Outro: Sheryl Crow & Hank Hill] Ooh Ooh, straight to the moon Turn on the TV and there's a cartoon If it makes you happy I'd like to introduce a song from one of my favorite singers, Brooks Now in a remarkable coup, I was able to bring in another of my favorites, Dunn, to record with him So, ladies and gentlemen for the first time ever, Brooks and Dunn
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Credits
- Writers
- Sheryl Crow
- Jeff Trott