Meat On The Moon - The Bobs

Meat on the Moon

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