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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 true
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 moon
Shooting the moon
All of the principals,
Generals and admirals
and the podium lit with the spotlight
The crowd buzzing quietly
Waiting expectantly
like its opening night
What can he tell 'em now
Sorry I let you down
Sorry it wasn't quite true
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 moon
Shooting the moon