Steve Swinburne

Oh far, far away, among the starry skies
There is a place, a celestial prize.
In the darkness of space, it shines all around.
Forget the rest, ‘cause the Earth is the Best.

Mercury is old, a place of wind and strife,
Venus is hot, not suitable for life.
Martians live on Mars, they love the color red.
Forget the rest, ‘cause the Earth is the Best.

CHORUS:
You can wander around forever, you can wander ‘round for miles,
But there’s no place that’s better, than the Earth and all its smiles.

Jupiter is big and full of nasty gas,
Saturn has rings and an unstable mass.
Be careful how you say the planet Uranus,
Forget the rest, ‘cause the Earth is the Best.

Neptune has ice and storms and winds and dust,
Pluto’s been downgraded to something we can’t trust.
So if you’re keeping track of the perfect rock to see,
Forget the rest, ‘cause the Earth is the Best.

What if you’ve just arrived from deep in outer space,
Our solar system is the most awesome place.
You’re searching for a spot, you’re searching for a view,
Forget the rest,
Forget the rest,
I said forget the rest,
‘cause the Earth is the Best.

Let's Go To The Moon,
We'll ride in a great big car.
We'll see the moony mountains,
We'll see the starry stars.

Let's Go To The Moon,
In our suits of blue.
We can wear some space gloves,
And a helmet, too.

Let's Go To The Moon,
We'll park by a tranquil sea.
We can walk in moon beams,
And then have a cup of tea.

CHORUS:
Is the moon what it seems to be?
Smiling moon man, hmmmm.
Is the moon really made of cheese?
Mozzarella, parmigiana, provolone.

Let’s Go To The Moon,
We can look around,
We will gather moon rocks,
From the moony ground.

Let’s Go To The Moon,
We’ll leave the earth behind,
We’ll wave to all our friends back home,
We’ll wave to all mankind.

Let’s Go To The Moon,
Promise we won’t be long,
You begin the countdown,
And I will sing this song.

CHORUS

Is the moon what it seems to be?
Smiling moon man, hmmmm.
Is the moon really made of cheese?
Mozzarella, parmigiana, provolone.

Let’s Go To The Moon,
Promise we won’t be long,
You begin the countdown,
You begin the countdown,
‘Said you begin the countdown,
And I will sing this song.

Let’s Go To The Moon!

I wake up in the morning,
Got someplace to go.
I’m looking for my shoes,
I really want to know...

CHORUS:
Whose shoes (will you wear, will you wear, will you wear)?
Whose shoes (will you wear, will you wear, will you wear)?
Whose shoes will you wear when you do the work that you do?

Could it be a teacher, standing all the day?
Could it be a farmer, piling up the hay?
What about a rock star, rocking out the beat?
What about a short stop, twirling on his cleat?

CHORUS

Maybe you’re a singer, dancer, lawyer, captain, chef.
Maybe you’re a writer, soldier, doctor, dentist, nurse.
Maybe you’re a banker, bowler, baker, billionaire.
Maybe you’re a pilot, flying people in the air!
Maybe you drive NASCAR, zipping in fast cars.
Maybe you’re an astronomer, counting all the stars!

CHORUS

I wear a hat,
How ‘bout you?
It’s for all the important things I do.
I keep it on most of the time.
My hat is cool.
And it’s mine, mine, mine.
Whose hat? Whose hat? Whose hat?

I wear a hat,
On my head,
I hang it up when I go to bed.
At 20 below it’s pulled down tight.
My hat is warm,
And it’s mine, mine, mine.
Whose hat? Whose hat? Whose hat?

I wear a hat,
It has no brim.
I fly through the pool when I swim.
It flattens my hair but I don’t care.
My hat’s a cap,
And it’s mine, mine, mine.
Whose hat? Whose hat? Whose hat?

CHORUS:
Human heads looks so much better,
With a hat or with a feather.
Bonnet, bowler, veil or top hat.
Fedora, fez, hood or skullcap.
Every head is meant to wear one
Anytime or any weather

I wear a hat,
Cause I am boss.
I tell you what to do just because.
It makes me look ten feet tall.
My hat’s a keeper,
And it’s mine, mine, mine!

Whose hat? Whose hat? Whose hat?

Something’s wafting in the air
Something fine, something rare.
Could a goat, horse, pig or cow
Leave behind what I smell now?

It’s a whiff, it’s a stink,
Knees buckle, eyes blink.
An odor, aroma, reek, or stench,
How do you say that scent in French?
What perfume fills the air today?
What is that excellent bouquet?
Hold your nose! I’ve got the scoop!
It’s O’de Fragrance de Poop.

Everybody’s got to go sometime,
That’s the way it’s always been.
You can do it with a grumpy look,
You can do it with a grin.

Once a tyrannosaurus stopped
And ate some Stegosaurus chops.
At the perfect place the T-Rex dropped,
A steaming pile of mega-plops!

CHORUS:
Everybody’s got to go sometime,
That’s the way it’s always been.
You can do it with a grumpy look,
You can do it with a grin.

I’m a tiny little flea,
I make a tiny little pee.
There are days when I want to whoop!
When I make a tiny little poop.

CHORUS

Once an armadillo crossed the street
And found a perfect place to squat.
And when he left there was a pile of poop,
My, oh my, it was a lot.

CHORUS

Once a big old elephant,
Felt a rumble in his side.
He turned to heaven with a great big smile,
And spread those feces far and wide.

CHORUS

Once a little baby boy,
Ate a jar of spinach stew.
It wasn’t long before a smile broke out,
And a wave of spinach poo.

CHORUS

Everybody’s got to go sometime,
That’s the way its always been.
You can do it with a grumpy look,
You can do it with a grin.

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