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