I Want to Live on the Moon

I want to live on the moon

I want to live in a plastic dome

I want to climb on the rock

And be like Mister Spock

But without having pointy ears

I want to live on the moon

I want to call it my home, sweet home

I want to chuckle and laugh

But you can't hear me laugh

'Cause there isn't an atmosphere

I want to slide

Down the side of a crater

There is nothing greater

Than that in my mind

At the present time

I want to jump

And escape gravitation

'Cause perambulation

Has been overrated

Since ancient time

(For point eight seconds, you believe that you're flying)

I want to live on the moon

I want to talk to my robot cat

I want to sit in a chair

Drink some coffee, and stare

At the Earth in the sky

I want to drive

I'll take my lunar rover

Go under and over

And stop and do donuts

Out on the lunar sand

I want to replace

In a triumpant manner

The American banner

And declare that the moon

Will be called Loganland

(Hon, it's a full Loganland tonight)

I want to live on the moon

I want to call it my home, sweet home

I want to chuckle and laugh

But you can't hear me laugh

'Cause there isn't an atmosphere

I want to chuckle and laugh

But you can't hear me laugh

'Cause there isn't an atmosphere

(I want to live on the moon. Live with you).