I want to live on the moon I want to live in a plastic dome I want to climb on the rock And be like Mister Spock But without having pointy ears I want to live on the moon I want to call it my home, sweet home I want to chuckle and laugh But you can't hear me laugh 'Cause there isn't an atmosphere I want to slide Down the side of a crater There is nothing greater Than that in my mind At the present time I want to jump And escape gravitation 'Cause perambulation Has been overrated Since ancient time (For point eight seconds, you believe that you're flying) I want to live on the moon I want to talk to my robot cat I want to sit in a chair Drink some coffee, and stare At the Earth in the sky I want to drive I'll take my lunar rover Go under and over And stop and do donuts Out on the lunar sand I want to replace In a triumpant manner The American banner And declare that the moon Will be called Loganland (Hon, it's a full Loganland tonight) I want to live on the moon I want to call it my home, sweet home I want to chuckle and laugh But you can't hear me laugh 'Cause there isn't an atmosphere I want to chuckle and laugh But you can't hear me laugh 'Cause there isn't an atmosphere (I want to live on the moon. Live with you).