MONKEYS ON THE MOON

(Kraemer, MacNeil)

The archangel's sleeping.
The devil is weeping.
The heavenly host
  is white as a ghost.

The old man himself is
mad as a loon
  'cause all his kids are
   singing a tune.
Look out pa!
There's monkeys on the moon!

Monkeys on the moon.
Monkeys on the moon.
See how they bounce from
  dune to dune
Came a long way in a gold
  cocoon.
All the way from a green
  balloon.
Just to plant flags for the big
  baboon.
Look out pa!
There's monkeys on the moon!

Saturn is blinking.
Jupiter's winking.
And old Sol's thinking.
His system is sinking.
But who's to say if it's
  bad or a boon.
When all the kids are singing
  a tune.
Look out pa!
There's monkeys on the moon!

Used to be so peaceful in space.
Now there's hot-rods all over the place.
And old Lady Moon, in her silvery grace
  now has these words tattooed
   on her face.
Better get ready! It's coming soon!
Look out pa!
There's monkeys on the moon!

Long time from now
  in a place very far.
In the court of a castle
  on a star.
A mad jester tunes
  his fiery guitar.
And with a grin he says
  to the Czar:
I'm gonna sing you a
  ancient tune.
"Look out pa!
There's monkeys on the moon!"

Monkeys on the moon.
Monkeys on the moon.
See how they bounce from
  dune to dune.
Came a long way in a gold
  cocoon.
All the way from a green
  balloon.
Just to plant flags for the big
  baboon.
Look out pa!
There's monkeys on the moon!

©1973 Great Honesty Music, Inc. (BMI)