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
Moonlight becomes you, blue moon
Moon over Miami, velvet moon, how high the moon
Don’t let the moon get away, the moon was yellow
We’re singin', we’re swingin'
We’re singin' and a swingin' on the moon