Now one of these days we'll take a case of Coca Cola and take a rocket to the moon
We'll do it up right and bring lots of food and wine
We'll swoon and sigh, we'll take a rocket like that
The one we saw on "Astor Boy"
You'll be dressed in a plasticene gown
Book us up a flight, we'll be going soon
Rocket to the moon, be seeing you soon
And it won't even be a high bill

The rocket is fun, it's a Number One
We won't even need Lysol
We'll see laser beams in our silicon jeans
And so much more that we can see
Oh, it will be a thrill
I just get a chill
It's all inside of the plan, see?

Our robotic janitor who's named Stan
Will give the cockpit and bunkrooms a washdown
If things get too hot in the rocketship pot
Well, we'll just prepare for the big crashdown
We'll press the buttons and spin
With a sheepish old grin
And begin to tell a wise old fable
About Rockets lit by a match
And donuts made from scratch
And television programming before cable

Our rocket to the moon
Has only enough room
For you and me, and not the rabble
Come on, Old Scout,
We'll eat sauerkraut
And play a few rounds of Scrabble.

(yaddidiada, didadidadaidia, light the rockets now, yadadadada etc.)