[John the Astronaut]
Imma go walk on the moon
As an astronaut I’m working
I’ll be the new Armstrong
And really what could go wrong?

Set a course up for the moon
For discoveries I’m searching
I’ll be there very soon
On the moon

[Ground Control]
John is our man, he is quite grand,
A vet’ran fighter pilot
We trust in him for NASA’s win
The capsule, he will fly it
Let’s hope he makes it through this
And doesn’t die or swoon
Countdown, 3-2-1,
Liftoff, rocket’s go
We’ll reach the moon

[John]
Now I’m orbiting the moon
On the surface I see plenty
Of valles and montes*
Stretching from east to west
Time to touch down on the moon
There’s a flat basaltic mare**
A perfect landing boon
On the moon

[Ground Control]
And Lo! We behold
Like Buzz of old
He takes a step for mankind
He jumps on out
The tech guys shout
This moment’s burned in our mind
For the first time in decades
We all can sing this tune
Countdown, 3-2-1,
Liftoff, rocket’s go,
Man’s on the moon!

[John]
Look, I’m walking on the moon!
And the atmosphere is making
Each footstep I make stay
On this vast plain of gray
I shall analyze the moon
Lunar rock samples I’m taking
For everywhere they’re strewn
On the moon

[Ground Control]
The film feed is clear
And we all cheer
To see his exploration
From his gear bag
He grabs a flag
To honor our great nation
Triumphantly he plants it
There’s clapping in our room
Countdown, 3-2-1,
Liftoff, rocket’s go,
He’s on the moon!

[John]
Imma buggy round the moon
How my LRV is useful!
I speed toward Plinius***
It’s a void I can’t miss
But alas when on the moon
One should really drive more careful
I fall in like a loon!
On the moon

[Ground Control]
Code Red, we have a problem
It’s happened way too soon
Check John’s helmet mic
He won’t last for long
Out on the moon

There’s no readings now
And we fear that John
Has met his doom

We’re all pretty sure
There’ll be no more men
Put on the moon