Текст песни Neil Armstrong - Dan Bull

Neil Armstrong

I’m Neil Armstrong\nI’ve got my garms on Far-reaching as if each arms long\nPlanet Earth\nMan, it’s dead in this place\nI look down on every race\nWhen I’m in space\nVIP invitation\nSo you can’t come along\nIt’s just me, Buzz\nAnd that other one\nWe get in Apollo 11\nAnd head to the heavens\nIn terms of transport\nIt’s an irregular method\nAnd telecoms are expensive\nWe haven’t got a landline\nThat’s one giant phone bill\nFor man kind\nWho produces the bangin’est tunes?\nIt’s Neil Armstrong\nThe man in the moon\nI said, who produces the bangin’est tunes?\nIt’s Neil Armstrong\nThe man in the moon\nTo all you faker haters:\nI’d like to take away\nThe doubts you’ve got\nUntil you drop them\nLike the hottest bake potato\nScrew the rumors\nThat the moon is made of cheese\nOr the whole space race campaign\nIs make believe\nClaiming there’s no way\nThat we could have planned it We could be leaving the planet\nWithout it leaving us stranded\nSo let me be blunt and candid\nYou eejits' are mad\nAnd ain’t even speaking my language\nYou’re just mean and pedantic\nClaiming that we were pretending\nBut I ain’t even offended\nSo face it, space dick:\n«The Eagle has landed»\nWho produces the bangin’est tunes?\nIt’s Neil Armstrong\nThe man in the moon\nI said, Who produces the bangin’est tunes?\nIt’s Neil Armstrong\nThe man in the moon\nWho produces the bangin’est tunes?\nIt’s Neil Armstrong\nThe man in the moon\nI said, Who produces the bangin’est tunes?\nIt’s Neil Armstrong\nThe man in the moon