Mel Torm — Swingin on the Moon

Are you tired of summer nights and noons? Do you yawn when they speak sunny Spain? Could you live without ever seeing old Rangoon? Then come with me and let's go swingin' on the moon Have you had enough of London fog New York snow and Cal-i-forn-ia smog? Would you say arriva derci to Rome in June? Then fly with me and let's go swingin' on the moon Let's have a honeymoon on the moon, honey Far from the noisy earth below And if your mama asks, "Why the moon honey?" Just tell her your feller has gone inter-stellar Grab your hat and we'll head off in the blue In a lit-tle rock-et built for two Baby, we're gonna blast off and before we're through We'll leave the cares that we know on terra fir-ma below While we go singin' and swingin' on the moon Hey, let's grab a holiday on the moon, honey Far from the hustle of the crowd And if your folks ask about our house, honey Tell mater and pater we live in the crater We're really gonna enjoy a life of ease Livin' on moonlight cocktails and green cheese Mister and Missus Space Commuter, if you please And in a few years we might produce our own sat-e-lite While we go singin' and swingin' on the moon Swingin' on the Moon Moonlight Cocktail I Wished On The Moon Sweet Moon Song How High the Moon Don't Let That Moon Get Away Blue Moon, Velvet Moon No Moon At All Moonlight In Vermont Oh You Crazy Moon The Moon Was Yellow We're singin', we're swingin' We're singin' and a swingin' on the moon