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 them now?   Sorry I let you down, sorry it wasn't quite true   But don't get hung up on it just solider on with it   And 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   The crowd buzzes quietly   Waiting expectantly like it's opening night      What can he tell them now?   Sorry I let you down, sorry it wasn't quite true   But don't get hung up on it just solider on with it   And good luck with shooting the moon      Shooting the moon   Shooting the moon   The moon   Shooting the moon