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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

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

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

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
There where they get their food fight on

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
In zero gravity
You are my enemy
'Cos we having a food fight on the moon

(in space) (and time)