Moon Madness
I see Mr. Beans, head-cases too,
Who think the moon landings weren't true,
And I think to myself,
What a dunderhead world.
I see prize buffoons, spouting shite,
Confessing, half-crazed, that there wasn't a flight,
And I think to myself,
What a dunderhead world.
These dullards (without brain) show
They are nutters who must cry
That any outer space is
No place for us to fly.
I see their dense, vacant heads,
Shaking, No, No, No.
They'd rather spot a
U.F.O.
Though they may seem fine,
You can't staunch their flow:
There was never a launch,
This much they all know:
And I think to myself,
What a dunderhead world. Oh noooooo.
