F
Mott the Hoople and the
G
game of Life
F
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F
Andy Kaufman in the
G
wrestling match
F
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F
Monopoly, Twenty one,
G
checkers, and chess
F
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F
Mister Fred Blassie in a
G
breakfast mess
F
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F
Let’s play Twister,
G
let’s play Risk
F
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
F
I’ll see you in heaven if you
G
make the list
F
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dm
Now, Andy did you hear about this
C
one?
Dm
Tell me, are you locked in the
C
punch?
Dm
Andy are you goofing on El
C
vis? Hey,
Am
baby
G
Are we losing touch?
C
If you believed
Dm
they put a man on the moon
C
Man on the moon
G
C
If you believe
Dm
there’s nothing up his sleeve
F
Then nothing is cool
G
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
Now, Andy did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
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 his 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 yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now, Andy did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
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 his 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 his 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 his 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 his sleeve
Then nothing is cool