Текст песни Man On The Moon - Orchestral - R.E.M.

Mott the Hoople and the game of life
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monopoly, twenty one, checkers, and chess
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let′s play twister, let's play risk
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See you heaven if you make the list
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now, Andy did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Andy are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey, baby are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man on the moon
If you believed there′s nothing up his sleeve
Then nothing is cool
Moses went walking with the staff of wood
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Egypt was troubled by the horrible Asp
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now Andy did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
And Andy are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey, baby Are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man on the moon
If you believed there's nothing up his sleeve
Then nothing is cool
Here's a little agit for the never-believer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here′s a little ghost for the offering
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here′s a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Andy Kaufman′s gone wrestling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now Andy did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis
Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man on the moon
If you believed there's nothing up his sleeve
Then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man on the moon
If you believed there′s nothing up his sleeve
Then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man on the moon
If you believed there's nothing up his sleeve
Then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man on the moon
If you believed there′s nothing up his sleeve
Then nothing is cool