How many times have I been downhearted
Looked up and see him smiling like a shiny dime
And hoped that he would stay and tell me
Why he was so happy if he had the time

Oh I wish there was a way to race him
Catch a flying horse and chase him
Everybody’s going to the moon
Everybody’s going in a weird white suit

It’s customary songs like this
Use a word like spoon
By the light of the silvery
Take a flight to the silvery

You know everybody’s going to the moon
How many times while looking down
Has he heard us singing songs
He wondеred who we werе
And envied us because the lady in the moon is gone

And now he misses her
And then he wondered to himself
Now why is it
We so seldom pay a visit
Everybody gets to go to the moon
Everybody’s got to go in a weird white suit
Now it’s customary songs like this
Use a month like June

By the light of the silvery
Take a flight to the silvery
You know everybody’s going to the moon

[Spoken]:
Now don’t you think it’s a miracle
That we’re the generation that’s going
To one day populate the moon
And that’s going to be fun

And it’s got to make you glad to be alive
Yes it’s got to make you proud to be alive
Everybody’s going to the moon
Everybody’s going to the moon

Well how many times have I heard a cynic say
I was a fool to try and reach for him
Or heard a dreamer say ‘The skies the limit’
And just had to laugh at each for him

Oh I suppose the point is only
That in orbit is no longer lonely
Everybody’s going to go to the moon
Everybody’s going in a weird white suit
Now it’s customary songs like this
Use a word like spoon
By the light of the silvery
Take a flight to the silvery
Everybody’s going to the moon