So it might be true That the big fat moon Is a helium balloon. (Shock!) And we might just prove It's only painted blue And it's floating down, down, down
As a theory goes, It was all a hoax, Those dirty, dirty lyin' astronauts (Shock!) Never left the ground, Just hanging around, In a studio in hollywood
Built a great white whale Speak directly to my brain What kind of sucker am I supposed to be today And I'm in a smaller mood than you this morning Do I always have to wake up With the new day dawning
And I do what I'm told And hear what you're saying And swallow it whole Cos I'm at you're play
Baby I know the game Baby I know the theory If it doesn't add up You're not thinking clearly
Conception of light Is a trick of the light It's all an illusion A practical fact In the heat of a night In all this confusion
Hold up your hand, Hold up your hand, Hold up your hand, You made a mistake Should have left it to me
They told us the future would be Taken in hand Nice little blueprint but the flaw The flaw's in the plan And then you say there's never been Cos never ever and ever and ever...
Hold up your hand, Hold up your hand, Hold up your hand, You made a mistake Should have left it to me