Little man on the moon, can I pay you a visit?
Things are hard right now; I’m in need of your spirit.
I know the stars in the sky will reply with advice.
And on my walks in the dark, you always seem quite nice.

Don’t deceive me little ball of fire, up high, and I need to be high.
Make your way through the clouds, put your feet on the grass,
Little man on the moon, can I meet you at last?

Little man on the moon, you need no skin for the skies.
You see the world, for what it is, through your blacked out eyes.
And is it nice out there? In the cold dark air,
Can I come and join you? Would you treat me fair?
Is it nice out there? In the cold dark air,
Can I come and join you? Would you treat me fair?

Don’t deceive me little ball of fire, up high, and I need to be high.
Make your way through the clouds, put your feet on the grass,
Little man on the moon, can I meet you at last?

And don’t deceive me little ball of fire, up high, and I need to be high.
Make your way through the clouds, put your feet on the grass,
Little man on the moon, can I meet you at last?

*cello and piano instrumentals*

I don’t need any words, to serve company.
Come and fly like the birds, just the moon and me.
It will only be for a short time,
‘Cos living is limited in this life of mine.

I don’t need any words, to serve company.
Come and fly like the birds, just the moon and me.
It will only be for a short time,
‘Cos living is limited in this life of mine.

Don’t deceive me now, big your wasted heart.
Don’t deceive me now, been your waste in heart.

Don’t deceive me little ball of fire, up high, and I need to be high.
Make your way through the clouds, put your feet on the grass,
Little man on the moon, can I meet you at last?

Don’t deceive me little ball of fire, up high, and I need to be high.
Make your way through the clouds, put your feet on the grass,
Little man on the moon, can I meet you at last?