There are men, begging to be free
Stranded there, against the door
If all of this is real, then the dream is over,
And I, oh my, I am a stranger to you
So what about the moon, it's mine to steal
So what about the moon, it's mine to steal, mine to steal, alright!
Red, Red Pony, stand out by my door
Red, Red Pony, stand outside my door, alright
Oh let's just sing of the old, the good old days
Let's just bring them back
And hear them on hi-fi stereos
So what about the moon, it's mine to steal
So what about the moon, it's mine to steal, mine to steal,
Alright, boys!
Red, Red Pony, stand out by my door
Red, Red Pony, stand outside my door, alright

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