Monkeys on the Moon «“ MacNeil Kraemer

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!