The moon walks never happened, and Armstrong is a crook.
I know that for a fact because I saw it in a book.
There's killer radiation causing film and flesh to fry.
It won't hurt satellites with microchips but astronauts must die.
The Moon! The Moon! They never reached the moon!
You cannot tell me otherwise--to reality I'm immune!
The spacemen stayed in orbit (or maybe underground--
Bill Kaysing changed his story the second time around).
They built rockets--never used 'em--put moon sets under hills;
They saved themselves a couple of bucks by spending wads of bills.
The Moon! La Lune! We saw them walk the moon!
I once believed what NASA showed 'cause I was a maroon!
With all their fancy hardware, they conned the human race--
By using cutout cardboard to fake the earth from space.
Thirty thousand photographs, and everyone's a fake.
I can't show you how they did it but it was a piece of cake.
No Moon! No Moon! No footprints on the moon!
It was just a Hollywood set on the backlot of High Noon.
The forgery was excellent, went off without a hitch.
The proof is found in the fact no picture has a glitch.
Believe me, they are phoney! Get pay persistence brings:
Stare at those pictures long enough and then you will C things.
The Moon--cartoon! Don't call me a buffoon!
I know about photography--I learned it from Dark Moon!
Things are seen in shadow, which is the show's defect:
'Cause any fool can tell you that the moon does not reflect.
The shadows are diverging, a camera expert saith;
Don't tell me of perspective, 'cause I have Percy Faith.
The Moon, my moon! I do not buy the moon!
All evidence that disagrees goes straight to my spittoon.
Whistle Blowers in the crew worked hard to spill the beans--
With secret code but only I can tell you what it means.
The U.S. flag is waving! Don't say "By hand of man";
Dumb NASA could not shut down that huge electric fan.
Da Moon! Poltroon! I'm not a dumb baboon!
Oh please, Neil, blow a whistle so they won't call me a goon.
The moon's a dusty sphere and the astros were not there
Since their pictures do not show dust hanging in the..... air?
The pictures do not show stars! There's evidence that damns!
If astronomers say otherwise, that only means they're scams.
That Moon! Bad Moon! My head's in a cocoon!
I don't want news, I'll clear my brain with some healthy juice of prune.
NASA's plot is vast and vile, protected at all price;
Anyone who breathes a word is swiftly put on ice.
Gus got burned because he griped about a radio flaw.
Thank God the CIA won't touch Bill Kaysing, Mary Bennett, Dave Hook, Dave Percy, Ralph René, Bart Sibrell, CBS-FOX, the entire cast and crew of Capricorn One, or moi.
Oh Moon! Oh man! Let's kick it in the can.
My mind's made up and so are my facts about the New World Plan.
It's the mother of conspiracies, embracing nearly all:
Astronauts and engineers, my neighbour down the hall--
Senators and Soviets, the guy who wrote this song--
In all the world I am the one who never will be wrong!
No Moon! Go Moon! You can't give me the moon!
I'll join my fellow space-heads and with E.T. we'll commune.