I always wanted to put my hands up on the moon
So one night after drinking whiskey I cut them off with a silver spoon
Put my hands in the basket of a weather balloon
So my hands could shake the hands of the man in the moon

They went up I couldn't see them in the sky
They missed the moon, but they got pretty damn high

Went looking for a miracle
Tried to drive across the sea but
Looking out my window even the fish weren't free
Caught up in their nets, they looked like monkeys in cages
Guess if you want a miracle, you'll find it in your sports pages

I always wanted to put my hands up on the moon
So one night after drinking whiskey I cut them off with a silver spoon
Put my hands in the basket of a weather balloon
So my hands could shake the hands of the man in the moon

I use my hands to do what I do
I use my hands for playing, my hands for touching you
My thumbs I use for hitching
Far far away
But I guess for now I'll use my feet to play

They went up I couldn't see them in the sky
They missed the moon, but they got pretty damn high