Luna Tics

I rocketed out into space
With my monkey
We thought it'd be a real cool place
To get down and get funky

The moon was our destination
Coz we love cheese
And we heard we'd get a good vibration
Space truckin' on moon beams

Well on the way we had dried bananas
Peanut butter and canned viennas
Moms apple pie in pill form of course
Warm box of milk from some strange source
And before we knew it we touched down
Looked out the window all around
We slipped on our boots and hopped outside
Looking for cheese far and wide
Much to our dismay we came up empty handed
There weren't no cheese where we had landed
But low and behold we began to itch
We were both covered with luna tics

Luna tics,luna tics
Pull 'em off monkey,pull 'em off quick
Luna tics,luna tics
They're on our backs and where we sit
Luna tics,luna tics
Forget the cheese,we gotta split
Luna tics,luna tics
Pull 'em off monkey,pull 'em off quick

Whatcha say we go try Nep Tune
I hear they can really jam there