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.)