A new rattle? A carved silver spoon?
Never mind a new toy, you’re a lucky wee boy
I got you a bit of the moon!
I could’ve got you a big woolly mammoth
Or a hunting hat made from raccoon.
But there’ll be no fur for you young sir
I’ve got you a bit of the moon.
I could’ve got you a trip on a pirate ship
On the second last fortnight in June.
But no treasure yet, no parrots for pets,
See I’ve got you a bit of the moon.
How about a Tibetan safari?
In a marvellous hot air balloon?
But we’ll see yeti later, Kung Fu monks can just wait,
Cos I’ve got you a bit of the moon!
And maybe one day, you’ll fly away
To the sea of tranquillity.
You’ll build a wee home inside of a dome
And we’ll fly up to your house for tea.