Lyrics Meat On The Moon - The Bobs

Meat On The Moon

Meat on the Moon
A barbecue tune
It’s out of this world
I hope we get there soon
Stranded by Apollo Seven
I’m a hungry astronaut
Left alone up here in heaven
Munching what I brought, no burgers to be bought
I long for lunar butchers carving every kind of cut
Flanks and chops and roasts and brisket
Loin and tongue and butt
Meat on the Moon
A barbecue tune
It’s out of this world
I hope we get there soon
Back on Earth too many people go without their daily bread
Don’t they know that they don’t need to
They could all be fed by herds above their head
Lift the livestock up in rockets
Beam them to a better place
Pork has left the planet, pigs in outer space
Meat on the Moon
Baloney balloon
It’s out of this world
I hope we get there soon
Aliens in cowboy hats
Aliens ropin' calves
Aliens they work for cheap
Aliens they don’t need sleep
Aliens are milking cattle up on the milky way
At night the stars don’t twinkle
Yippee ti yi yo yippee ti yippee yeh
Suited up in silver helmets cows are grazing in the grass
Gravity is but a rumor
Move that mighty mass, lord, they’re free at last
Moos and oinks and squawks are muted
There’s no barnyard sound
In a vacuum you can’t smell the things
They drop around
Meat on the Moon
Braunschweiger balloon
It’s out of this world
I hope we get there soon