Lyrics:

No calls, no lettersJust fireweeds and stinging nettlesbut the moon is mineYeah, the moon is mineBad news in the papersBad news for this sinner's wagesbut the moon is mineYeah, the moon is mineSkim a stone across the riverThrow all my money in the wishing wellI can't afford the cost of livingif the price is living hellNo-one to call me baby; no, noNo valentines againbut the moon is mineYeah, the moon is mineNo hook to hang my hat onNo rooms for rent todaybut the moon is mineYeah, the moon is mineSkim a stone across the riverThrow all my money in a wishing wellI can't afford the cost of livingif the price is living hellI used to believe in a glittering prizebut lately I've seenthat that's just a pillow of liesAnd the moon is mineYeah, the moon is mineThat beautiful ball of cheeseis my personal propertyThe moon is mineThe moon is mineOh, the moon is mineThe moon is... mine!