I want to live on the moonnI want to live in a plastic domenI want to climb on the rocknAnd be like Mister SpocknBut without having pointy earsnnI want to live on the moonnI want to call it my home, sweet homenI want to chuckle and laughnBut you can't hear me laughn'Cause there isn't an atmospherennI want to slidenDown the side of a craternThere is nothing greaternThan that in my mindnAt the present timennI want to jumpnAnd escape gravitationn'Cause perambulationnHas been overratednSince ancient timen(For point eight seconds, you believe that you're flying)nnI want to live on the moonnI want to talk to my robot catnI want to sit in a chairnDrink some coffee, and starenAt the Earth in the skynnI want to drivenI'll take my lunar rovernGo under and overnAnd stop and do donutsnOut on the lunar sandnnI want to replacenIn a triumpant mannernThe American bannernAnd declare that the moonnWill be called Loganlandn(Hon, it's a full Loganland tonight)nnI want to live on the moonnI want to call it my home, sweet homenI want to chuckle and laughnBut you can't hear me laughn'Cause there isn't an atmospherenI want to chuckle and laughnBut you can't hear me laughn'Cause there isn't an atmospheren(I want to live on the moon. Live with you.)