Hold Up Your Hand

So it might be true That the big, fat moon Is a helium balloon (shock) And we might just prove It's only painted blue And it's floating down, down, down As a theory goes It was all a hoax Those dirty, dirty lying astronauts (shock) Never left the ground Just hanging around In a studio in Hollywood Built a great white whale Speak directly to my brain What kind of sucker am I s'posed to be today And I'm in a smaller mood than you this morning Do I always have to wake up With the new day dawning (shock) And I do what I'm told And hear what you're sayin' And swallow it whole Am I what you're playin' (Shock) Baby, I know the game Baby, I know the theory (Shock) If it doesn't add up You're not thinking clearly Infraction of light It's a trick of the lock It's all an illusion A practical fact In the heat of the night In all this confusion Hold up your hand Hold up your hand Hold up your hand You made a mistake Should have left it to me They told us the future would be Taken in hand Nice little blueprint but the flaw The flaw's in the plan And then you say there's never been 'Cause never ever and ever and ever... Hold up your hand Hold up your hand You made a mistake Should have left it to me Hold up your hand Hold up your hand You made a mistake Should have left it to me Hold up your hand Hold up your hand You made a mistake Should have left it to me Hold up your hand Hold up your hand You made a mistake Should have left it to me