| There’s an old Gypsy Moth
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| Made of glue and cloth
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| That lands in a horse filled field
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| An unusual event for those palomino gents
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| Who just stared at their future revealed
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| Why oh why oh did he fly out of Ohio
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| Before we knew that genes held the code
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| But taking to wing, is a haunting, daunting thing
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| Just like that rocket Grandpa rode
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| Yeah, it was the rocket that Grandpa rode
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| Sounds like braggin' but it’s true
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| I’m not tryin' to big-time you
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| Shot up into space and he said look out down below
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| Gotta love that rocket that Grandpa rode
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| And the kids turned to flying machines
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| With their arms open wide like wings
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| But one solitary boy knows a plane is not a toy
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| I’m talkin' 'bout
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| The Man on the Moon
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| I still remember July '69
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| We all got to stay home from school
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| In stark black and white we followed the flight
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| And the whole world was in that capsule
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| Oh, on the rocket that Grandpa rode
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| Sounds like braggin' but it’s true
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| I’m not tryin' to big-time you
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| Oh what a flight you’d better look out down below
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| Yeah, that’s the rocket that Grandpa rode
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| Spacemen and women on this bus
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| An obese driver I don’t trust
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| We’re goin' to watch the shuttle fly away — last day
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| And for some kids behind my seat
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| There’s a very special treat
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| More than just history on parade
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| Giant nozzles, bolts and beams
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| They called her Atlas by all means
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| Blood, sweat and tears were her payload
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| She was a stairway to heaven
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| Old Apollo 11
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| The rocket ship their Grandpa drove
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| Yeah on the rocket that Grandpa rode
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| Sounds like braggin' but it’s true
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| I’m not tryin' to big-time you
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| Rising up from that lagoon, we beat those Commies to the moon
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| Yeah on the rocket their Grandpa rode
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| Yeah on the rocket their Grandpa drove
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| Thank you Neil
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| Thank you NASA
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| Thank you Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock
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| And Scotty and Lieutenant Uhura and Chekhov
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| Yeah the rocket that Grandpa rode |