Bike Ride To The Moon - The Dukes Of Stratosphear

Push me off to start the fun

On a bike ride to the moon

Lots of room for everyone

On a bike ride to the moon

And we’ll bring back cheese for my Auntie Jane

And some magic moon dust that’ll stop the rain

On my poor Uncle Alfred’s head, even though he stays in bed (silly Alfred)

Why not bring a pot of tea

On a bike ride to the moon

Angel cake for you and me

On a bike ride to the moon

And we’ll pack a tent 'case it’s cold at night

And I’ll share your sleeping bag if I might

And might be a positive boon

To protect you from the man in the moon (Who happens to be me, look out!)

Racing forward can’t look back

On a bike ride to the moon

What did I omit to pack

On a bike ride to the moon?

With the stars all glinting in the shiny Chrome

Then I suddenly remembered what I left at home

Now I shan’t be peddling any higher

'Cos a sharp sputnik has given me a cosmic flat tyre