I don't want to walk on the moon
but rather a stroll on the beach in June
My foot prints becoming part of the landscape
Disolving as I go
I know where I have been
I don't need to record my history
I am just here now
From the sweat of my brow
I can grow my own chow
Perhaps you may say how
But I just say how now brown cow
Can you simply allow me
To be free like a bee
sit on your knee until a quarter of three
I don't want to fly to the moon
to wait until June
eat cheese with a spoon
I want to float like a leaf
Throw away all my beliefs
Next time I want to be black
Give me all that I lack
Put my love in a brown paper sack
Maybe even call me Jack
But I don't want to walk on the moon.