Orbiting the Moon

Swingin' around this Dull grey orb, Plastered with holes, Soft ridged mountains Plaster of Paris I'd swear Took me a couple of years, To work my way up there, I had to keep one secret, Announced to no one, On the dark side of the moon, I found a "Seven-Eleven", And a "White Castle" too And possibly a "Radio Shack,"" Though of that I can't guarantee you And a "McDonald's", a "Rite Aid", And a Moon-Buggy repair shop Kind of surprising, I thought We'd find but moon-dust, Guess there's no one one can trust... No more orbits for me, Saw more than I wanted to see... Take me back to Jersey, May not be any craters, But it won't drive me crazy.