Swingin' On The Moon

Swingin' on the Moon - Mel Tormé

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 swinging on the moon.

Have you had enough of London fog,

New York snow and California smog?

Would you say arriva derci to Rome in June?

Then fly with me

And let's go swinging 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 little rocket built for two;

Baby, we're gonna blast off,

And before we're through,

We'll leave the cares

That we know on terra firma below

While we go singing and swinging 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,

Living on moonlight cocktails and green cheese;

Mister and Missus Space Commuter,

If you please

And in a few years

We might produce our own satelite

While we go singing and swinging on the moon.

Swinging on the moon moonlight cocktail

Moon like be kangs you

Blue moon moon nafv my av fv moom

Has moon don't moon yellow

The moon was yellow

We're singing, we're swinging,

We're singing and a swinging on the moon.