Dan Bull - Neil Armstrong Raps lyrics

I'm Neil Armstrong I've got my garms on Far-reaching as if each arms long Planet Earth Man, it's dead in this place I look down on every race When I'm in space VIP invitation So you can't come along It's just me, Buzz And that other one We get in Apollo 11 And head to the heavens In terms of transport It's an irregular method And telecoms are expensive We haven't got a landline That's one giant phone bill For man kind Who produces the bangin'est tunes? It's Neil Armstrong The man in the moon I said, who produces the bangin'est tunes? It's Neil Armstrong The man in the moon To all you faker haters: I'd like to take away The doubts you've got Until you drop them Like the hottest bake potato Screw the rumors That the moon is made of cheese Or the whole space race campaign Is make believe Claiming there's no way That we could have planned it We could be leaving the planet Without it leaving us stranded So let me be blunt and candid You eejits' are mad And ain't even speaking my language You're just mean and pedantic Claiming that we were pretending But I ain't even offended So face it, space dick: "The Eagle has landed" Who produces the bangin'est tunes? It's Neil Armstrong The man in the moon I said, Who produces the bangin'est tunes? It's Neil Armstrong The man in the moon Who produces the bangin'est tunes? It's Neil Armstrong The man in the moon I said, Who produces the bangin'est tunes? It's Neil Armstrong The man in the moon