There’s too many rings—This is the Space Age
There’s too many things—This is the Space Age
Just ain’t no atmosphere tonight

If you’re lucky you get to ride in a gold meteorite
If you’re not, you get a mouth, a mouthful of red Kryptonite
You better move over
Here comes a Super-nova
Kryptonite- – –
Destination moon

If you’re in outer space
Don’t feel out of place
’cause there are thousands of others like you
Others like you
Others like you

Well there’s a moon, it’s in the sky
It’s called the moon