He's captain of a space ship putting on a face.
Taking moon base workmen on their daily trip to space
Everyday he moves them, then he brings them back.
How he longs to drop them somewhere off the beaten track.

His wife has packed his pill lunch and his silver fork and knife.
Same old boring vitamins, same old boring wife.
Modern men don't smile much, there's nothing left to do.
No more nipping down the pub, no more catching Flu.

He's tired of landing on the moon, so barren and so bare.
Switching into autoglide as he collects the fare.
But life is never easy when the moon is on the wane.
The trip takes so much longer, WHY CAN'T THEY GO TO SPAIN.