Moon 69 - Count Zero

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