There we stood on our dark & isolated planetoid
Shivering like a San Andreas windowpane.
Suddenly looking up & seeing for the first time
The high, suspended moon.
Vain attempts with rocks to dislodge the thing

Failed like spring-loaded boots & cowboy lassoing.
Suddenly we heard Julie for the very first time
And her voice was warm as June.
She said, "What you need us a rocket,
but a rocket's not an easy thing to make."
"We got one," we said, "It's too low on gas,"
"To get three feet above the grass."
And Julie said "Futz", "Futz" said Julie.
"Futz around until my return."
The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn,
But we tried to do it anyway, anyway,
'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say.
We perused our ramshackle rocket ship
(Dadadadadadada)
And in time attracted a following
(A following made of)
Freaks & geeks of the very best kind To enable us to fly.
What we had was a rocket when we finished.
But a rocket's incomplete
With empty tanks, it's too low on gas
To get three feet above the grass.
Moms, dads, people that we never see,
People that we otherwise would never hang around with,
No battalion, every general stands alone
Moms, dads, people that we never see,
People that we otherwise would never hang around with,
No battalion, every general stands alone
Be strong, be honest, try to keep your nose clean
Julie's coming back with gasoline, yeah (yeah!)
And Julie said "Futz", "Futz" said Julie.
"Futz around until my return."
The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn,
But we tried to do it anyway, anyway,
'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say.
And Julie said "Futz", "Futz" said Julie.
"Futz around until my return."
The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn,
But we tried to do it anyway, anyway,
'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say.
But we tried to do it anyway, anyway,
'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say...
Whoa whoa whoa...