Lyrics:

Into the black of outer space go four of the chosen few.
The system's check out: A-OK. We're going to the moon.
Moon shot, countdown, earthshine on; blaze your light our way.
Tell the world the universe belongs to us today.

On through the pull of fifty Gs and up through the atmosphere.
Suddenly a blip hits the radar screen and another ship flies near.
The astronauts try the radio, but the mystery ship flies on.
So, the captain hits the retro-boost, and the race to the moon is on.
Ten, nine, eight, and counting down, our boys are on their way.
Tell the world the universe belongs to us today.

The mystery ship is gaining fast 'cause there's only one man aboard.
As it races past, on the radio can be heard a discouraging word, 'Auf weidershein.'
Our faithful friend knows all is lost if the Baron keeps his pace.
So he volunteers for a decoy flight so his friends can win the race.

The decoy ship heads back to earth and the Baron turns around.
The race to the moon's forgotten 'til he shoots our hero down.
But as the smallest astronaut lands safely on the ground,
Two hundred thousand miles away, Apollo touches down.
Ten, nine, eight, and counting down, our boys are on their way.
Tell the world the universe belongs to us today.

Ten, nine, eight, and counting down, our boys are on their way.
Tell the world the universe belongs to us today.
Ten, nine, eight, and counting down, our boys are on their way.
Tell the world the universe belongs to us today.

[Astronaut Roll Call during ending refrain]
Aldrin, Armstrong, Collins, Stafford, Young, Cernan, MacDivott, Scott, Schweikert, Borman, Lovell, Anders, Schirra, Cunningham, Eisell, Grissom, White, Chaffee, Cooper, Carpenter, Glenn, Shepard