Lyrics:

B. Cowsill-P. Cowsill

Poor old moon lost its lease.
Now it's just another piece of real estate.
Plane jumpers claimed their stake.

No longer history, end of a mystery.
It's made of rock and dust like you and me.

Landed in peace. For mankind, ease your mind,
Sorry indeed, so roll the tides, keep your pride.
Shine on me.

Man in the moon resigned.
Packed and left to work full time,
As Jupiter's lunar caretaker.

Leading a pleasant life,
Twelve moons and no moonlight, from Jupiter.

Landed in peace. For mankind, ease your mind.
Sorry indeed, so roll the tides, keep your pride.
Shine on me.

End of a fantasy. Lover's lie helplessly hoping for,
Another moonlit shore.

Moon walker what's your game?
Ride the heaven print your name on every star.
Don't go too far. For you may find,
A hostile outer space, if you try to spread the human race.