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I want all you skinheads to get up on your feet |
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Put your braces together and your boots on your feet |
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And give me some of that old moonstomping |
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Get ready, we got three million miles to reach the moon |
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So let's start getting happy now |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah |
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Now, before we reach the moon, fellas |
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We got to make sure that everthing is spic and span, alright? |
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We got to make sure you, shine your boots, brush your teeth |
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Because the man on the moon look different from man on the Earth |
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That's what I say boys |
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Now remember, I am your boss skinhead speaking, my name is Caleb |
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Alright, and remember, I'm the boss |
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You can see, look at my boot, or my feet, or whatever you want to call it |
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And you can see I've got the biggest boots (that's not right) |
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Now, when I say "sing", I want everyone to get in the groove and start singing |
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Because we're on the moon |
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Ready? One time, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah |
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Now, I want all you fellas to gather around me, and we're gonna start stomping |
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Ready? Here we go, one time |
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Now, we want to make sure when we get back on the Earth |
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We've got the moon on top of us |
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Now, we want to make sure that everybody is still in the groove when we get back |
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So let's start singing one more time |
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Ready? |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah |
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Come on, moonwalk, moonwalk, come on... |
