A barbecue tune
  It's out of this world
  I hope we get there soon

Stranded by Apollo Seven --
  I'm a hungry astronaut
Left alone up here in heaven --
  munching what I brought, no burgers to be bought
I long for lunar butchers carving every kind of cut
Flanks and chops and roasts and brisket
  loin and tongue and butt

  Meat on the Moon
  A barbecue tune
  It's out of this world
  I hope we get there soon

Back on Earth too many people go without their daily bread
Don't they know that they don't need to --
  they could all be fed by herds above their head
Lift the livestock up in rockets --
  beam them to a better place
Pork has left the planet, pigs in outer space

  Meat on the Moon
  Baloney balloon
  It's out of this world
  I hope we get there soon

Aliens -- in cowboy hats
Aliens -- ropin' calves
Aliens -- they work for cheap
Aliens -- they don't need sleep
Aliens are milking cattle -- up on the milky way
At night the stars don't twinkle
Yippee ti yi yo yippee ti yippee yeh

Suited up in silver helmets cows are grazing in the grass
Gravity is but a rumor --
  move that mighty mass, lord, they're free at last
Moos and oinks and squawks are muted
  there's no barnyard sound
In a vacuum you can't smell the things
  they drop around

  Meat on the Moon
  Braunschweiger balloon
  It's out of this world
  I hope we get there soon