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 lying 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 s**er 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
(Shock)
And I do what I'm told
And hear what you're saying
And swallow it whole
Am I what you're playing
Baby, I know the game
Baby, I know the theory
If it doesn't add up
You're not thinking clearly
Infraction of light
It's a trick of the lock
It's all an illusion
A practical fact
In the heat of the 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
'Cause never ever and ever and ever...
Hold up your hand
Hold up your hand
You made a mistake
Should have left it to me
Hold up your hand
Hold up your hand
You made a mistake
Should have left it to me
Hold up your hand
Hold up your hand
You made a mistake
Should have left it to me
Hold up your hand
Hold up your hand
You made a mistake
Should have left it to me