10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1 We're going to the moon! We're gonna get there soon! But what's the point Now we're here and There's nothing to do It's just craters and sand! A desolation wasteland! Something must be done! To make this lunar landing fun! [Chorus:] Let's have a food fight Here on the moon There's nothing better Than having a food fight Here on the moon Light as a feather In zero gravity You are my enemy Having a food fight on the moon So let's raid the ship For Oreos… And chips! We've got powdered juice-a And bags of stew That we'll cut loose-a Fo' sho' it's on Spaghetti-Os and Grey Poupon But it's all okay No cleanup The food just floats away [Chorus] What's the point of going to space anyway? There's nothing but space out here I think you know I think you know why Bowie and Major Tom They went to space to get their food fight on To get their food fight on! [Chorus] …in space …and time…