Dukes of Stratosphear Follow

Push me off to start the fun
On a bike ride to the moon
Lots of room for everyone
On a bike ride to the moon

And we'll bring back cheese
For my Auntie Jane
And some magic moon dust
That'll stop the rain
On my poor Uncle Alfred's head
Even though he stays in bed
(Silly Alfred)

Why not bring a pot of tea
On a bike ride to the moon
Angel cake for you and me
On a bike ride to the moon

And we'll pack a tent 'case
It's cold at night

And might be a positive boon
To protect you from the man in the moon
(Who happens to be me, look out)

Racing forward can't look back
On a bike ride to the moon
What did I omit to pack
On a bike ride to the moon?

With the stars all glinting
In the shiny chrome
Then I suddenly remembered
What I left at home

Now I shan't be peddling any higher
'Cause a sharp Sputnik
Has given me a cosmic flat tire

Push me off to start the fun
On a bike ride to the moon
Lots of room for everyone