música é a antipalavra #6

20jul09

“man on the moon” – r.e.m

Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Monopoly, twenty one, checkers, and chess. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let’s play Twister, let’s play Risk. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
See you in heaven if you make the list. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Moses went walking with the staff of wood. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Newton got beaned by the apple good. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Here’s a little agit for the never-believer. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here’s a little ghost for the offering. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here’s a truck stop instead of Saint Peter’s. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mister Andy Kaufman’s gone wrestling (wrestling bears). (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

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