| I want all you skinheads to get up on your feet
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| But your braces together and your boots on your feet
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| And give me some of that old moonstomping
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| Get ready, we got three million miles to reach the moon
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| So let’s start getting happy now
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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| Now, before we reach the moon, fellas
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| We got to make sure that everthing is spic and span, alright?
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| We got to make sure you, shine your boots, brush your teeth
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| Because the man on the moon look different from man on the Earth
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| That’s what I say boys
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| Now remember, I am your boss skinhead speaking, my name is Caleb
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| Alright, and remember, I’m the boss
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| You can see, look at my boot, or my feet, or whatever you want to call it
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| And you can see I’ve got the biggest boots (that's not right)
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| Now, when I say «sing», I want everyone to get in the groove and start singing
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| Because we’re on the moon
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| Ready? |
| One time, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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| Now, I want all you fellas to gather around me, and we’re gonna start stomping
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| Ready? |
| Here we go, one time
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| Now, we want to make sure when we get back on the Earth
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| We’ve got the moon on top of us
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| Now, we want to make sure that everybody is still in the groove when we get back
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| So let’s start singing one more time
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| Ready?
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
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| Come on, moonwalk, moonwalk, come on… |