| Are you tired of summer nights and noons?
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| Do you yawn when they speak sunny Spain?
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| Could you live without ever seeing old Rangoon?
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| Then come with me and let’s go swingin' on the moon
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| Have you had enough of London fog
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| New York snow and Cal-i-forn-ia smog?
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| Would you say arriva derci to Rome in June?
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| Then fly with me and let’s go swingin' on the moon
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| Let’s have a honeymoon on the moon, honey
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| Far from the noisy earth below
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| And if your mama asks, «Why the moon honey?»
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| Just tell her your feller has gone inter-stellar
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| Grab your hat and we’ll head off in the blue
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| In a lit-tle rock-et built for two
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| Baby, we’re gonna blast off and before we’re through
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| We’ll leave the cares that we know on terra fir-ma below
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| While we go singin' and swingin' on the moon
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| Hey, let’s grab a holiday on the moon, honey
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| Far from the hustle of the crowd
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| And if your folks ask about our house, honey
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| Tell mater and pater we live in the crater
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| We’re really gonna enjoy a life of ease
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| Livin' on moonlight cocktails and green cheese
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| Mister and Missus Space Commuter, if you please
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| And in a few years we might produce our own sat-e-lite
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| While we go singin' and swingin' on the moon
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| Swingin' on the moon, moonlight cocktail
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| Moonlight becomes you, blue moon
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| Moon over Miami, velvet moon, how high the moon
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| Don’t let the moon get away, the moon was yellow
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| We’re singin', we’re swingin'
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| We’re singin' and a swingin' on the moon |