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I want to live on the moonI want to live in a plastic domeI want to climb on the rockAnd be like Mister SpockBut without having pointy earsI want to live on the moonI want to call it my home, sweet homeI want to chuckle and laughBut you can't hear me laugh'Cause there isn't an atmosphereI want to slideDown the side of a craterThere is nothing greaterThan that in my mindAt the present timeI want to jumpAnd escape gravitation'Cause perambulationHas been overratedSince ancient time(For point eight seconds, you believe that you're flying)I want to live on the moonSongtexteI want to talk to my robot catI want to sit in a chairDrink some coffee, and stareAt the Earth in the skyI want to driveI'll take my lunar roverGo under and overAnd stop and do donutsOut on the lunar sandI want to replaceIn a triumpant mannerThe American bannerAnd declare that the moonWill be called Loganland(Hon, it's a full Loganland tonight)I want to live on the moonI want to call it my home, sweet homeI want to chuckle and laughBut you can't hear me laugh'Cause there isn't an atmosphereI want to chuckle and laughBut you can't hear me laugh'Cause there isn't an atmosphere(I want to live on the moon. Live with you.) Aus Songtexte Mania