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
But don't get hung up on it
Just soldier on with it
Good luck with shooting the moon
Shooting the moon
Shooting the moon, the moon
Shooting the moon

All of the principals, generals admirals
And the podium lit with the spotlight
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 true
But don't get hung up on it
Just soldier on with it
Good luck with shooting the moon
Shooting the moon
Shooting the moon, the moon
Shooting the moon