| Who’s gone and been a greedy boy? |
| Me!
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| I’ve gone and eaten what I love -- You!
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| I’ve stuffed the rats' tails in the black slot provided in the letterbox
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| Buzz Aldrin took me by the arm
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| And said one day that I’d be rich
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| I think he meant that I was gonna be your lover in his lifetime
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| And I thought I heard, I thought I heard NASA clapping
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| And I thought I heard, I thought I heard NASA clapping
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| There’ll be a golf course on the moon
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| And we can sleep in lava tubes
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| And we can bask in solar winds
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| And lunar flares will do you nicely (Nicely)
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| And there’ll be cows and there’ll be jails
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| And sewage to comfort the vegetables
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| As we contaminate the sky the moon becomes a shrieking skull
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| But I thought I heard, I thought I heard NASA clapping
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| I thought I heard, I thought I heard NASA clapping
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| The universe is made of bees
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| And they’re all buzzing round your chart
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| If you would penetrate the bees, you’ve got to number them politely
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| Oh, yes
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| And I thought I heard, I thought I heard NASA clapping
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| I thought I heard, I thought I heard NASA clapping
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| I thought I heard, I thought I heard NASA clapping
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| Buzz buzz |