There's nothin like bein in love an' starin at a big ol' moon
Hell, when I was in high school, a drive by shooting meant
Somebody had their rear end hangin outta car window
Got a few mooners in the croud
Where ya good?
I was All-State my senior year
Wasn't moonin a great sport, nobody ever got hurt....
You didn't have to be in shape to play...
Hell, the fatter you where the more ya brought to the window

Chorus:
Big ol moon, I see you shinin
Till I surprised you smilin bright in the afternoon..
Now i know where you've been hidin
There's nothin like bein in love
And starin at a big ol moon

We used to play this game called Seek and Destroy
What we do, we get in my dad's crysler with the Electric windows..
My two best friends: Bomber one, and Bomber two would be in the backseat
With their pants to their ankles

Chorus

Bomber One to Mother Hen, come in Mother Hen
Go ahead Bomber One
Ahh, yeah, permission to fire on a seventy-seven ford galaxy in the left hand lane
Permission granted Bomber One, lowering left rear bomb hatch now...
Chorus

AHH! Perfect hit!
Their in the ditch!
Granny is outta the car, and clutching her chest
Return to home base