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