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We’re going to the moon!
We’re gonna get there soon!
But what’s the point
Now we’re here and
There’s nothing to do
It’s just craters and sand!
A desolation wasteland!
Something must be done!
To make this lunar landing fun!

[Chorus:]
Let’s have a food fight
Here on the moon
There’s nothing better
Than having a food fight
Here on the moon
Light as a feather
In zero gravity
You are my enemy
Having a food fight on the moon

So let’s raid the ship
For Oreos… And chips!
We’ve got powdered juice-a
And bags of stew
That we’ll cut loose-a
Fo’ sho’ it’s on
Spaghetti-Os and Grey Poupon
But it’s all okay
No cleanup
The food just floats away
[Chorus]

What’s the point of going to space anyway?
There’s nothing but space out here
I think you know
I think you know why Bowie and Major Tom
They went to space to get their food fight on
To get their food fight on!

[Chorus]

…in space
…and time…