Man On The Moon (Live From London, UK / 3/26/2008)

Mott the Hoople and the game of Life yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let's play Twister, let's play Risk yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'll see you heaven if you make the list yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Now, Andy did you hear about this one Tell me, are you locked in the punch Andy are you goofing on Elvis Hey, baby Are we losing touch If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool Moses went walking with the staff of wood yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Newton got beaned by the apple good yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Now, Andy did you hear about this one Tell me, are you locked in the punch Andy are you goofing on Elvis Hey, baby Are you having fun If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool Here's a little agit for the never believer yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Here's a little ghost for the offering yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Now, Andy did you hear about this one Tell me, are you locked in the punch Andy are you goofing on Elvis Hey, baby Are we losing touch If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool