She was the first girl on the moon.
She didn't compromise,
when she took off that cold afternoon,
heading for the northern skies.
I told her I could come, that I could come along.
She was the first girl on the moon,
I think I was her only friend.
She brought her raygun, an old harpoon,
just in case of accidents
I told her I could come, that I could come along.
But she didn't let me come along.
Wave goodbye. Wave goodbye /

She was the first girl on the moon,
standing tall, flag in hand.
She looked around humming a tune,
the strangest song known to man
I told her I could come, that I could come along.
But she never let me come along.
Wave goodbye. Wave goodbye.