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No. 5 - Song - Moonshine and Chorus - "Telephone to the Moon."
| Moonshine: | There's a great little man Who sleeps when he can In his home at the back of the moon. And he gets all his fun At the set of the sun, For he wakes in the afternoon. When he keeps his eye on the world below, He can tell pretty well what's what; For he knows about all that there is to know, And he's seen such an awful lot! Oh! Telephone, telephone up to the moon, With a ting-a-ling-a-ling, Hullo! Number one in the air! Little man are you there? For there's something I want to know! Is it nice to look down at the sights of the town, On a warm summer's night in June? "What ho!" says the mad little, bad little man, At the end of the wire in the moon. Oh! Telephone, telephone up to the moon, With a ting-a-ling-a-ling, Hullo! |
| Chorus: | Oh! Telephone, telephone up to the moon, With a ting-a-ling-a-ling, Hullo! Number one in the air! Little man are you there? For there's something I want to know! Is it nice to look down at the sights of the town, On a warm summer's night in June? "What ho!" says the mad little, bad little man, At the end of the wire in the moon. Oh! Telephone, telephone up to the moon, With a ting-a-ling-a-ling, Hullo! |
| Moonshine: | Have you heard, little man, That they talk of a plan For increasing the country's trade? For it seems very clear There are millions a year To be gained, if a tax were paid. We've talked and we've talked, And our brains we've racked, Till the thing has become a bore; What we want to get at is the simple fact, Will our food, do you think, cost more? Oh! Telephone, telephone up to the moon, With a ting-a-ling-a-ling, Hullo! Number one in the air! Little man are you there? For there's something I want to know! Will you trouble your head with the price of our bread, If you hear that we've raised it soon? "Not I," says the mad little, bad little man With a wink of his eye in the moon. Oh! Telephone, telephone up to the moon, With a ting-a-ling-a-ling, Hullo! |
| Chorus: | Oh! Telephone, telephone up to the moon, With a ting-a-ling-a-ling, Hullo! Number one in the air! Little man are you there? For there's something I want to know! Will you trouble your head with the price of our bread, If you hear that we've raised it soon? "Not I," says the mad little, bad little man With a wink of his eye in the moon. Oh! Telephone, telephone up to the moon, With a ting-a-ling-a-ling, Hullo! |
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Page modified 31 October 2016