R.E.M. – Man On The Moon

If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Now, Andy, did you hear about this one?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Monopoly, Twenty-one, Checkers, and Chess

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
See you in heaven if you make the list
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
Here’s a little ghost for the offering

Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
[Chorus]

Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?

[Verse 1]
Hey, baby, are we losing touch?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here’s a truck stop instead of Saint Peter’s
Now, Andy, did you hear about this one?
Moses went walking with the staff of wood
Let’s play Twister, let’s play Risk
[Chorus]

If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match

If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)
[Verse 3]
If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon)

[Verse 2]
Now, Andy, did you hear about this one?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
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)
Hey, baby, are you having fun?
Newton got beaned by the apple good
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess
Mister Andy Kaufman’s gone wrestling
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey, baby, are we losing touch?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)