Lyric Poor Jerusalem


Push me off to start the fun
On a bike ride to the moon
Lots of room for everyone
On a bike ride to the moon
And we ll bring back cheese for my Auntie Jane
And some magic moon dust that ll stop the rain
On my poor Uncle Alfred s head, even though he stays in bed (silly Alfred)
Why not bring a pot of tea
On a bike ride to the moon
Angel cake for you and me
On a bike ride to the moon
And we ll pack a tent case it s cold at night
And I ll share your sleeping bag if I might
And might be a positive boon
To protect you from the man in the moon (Who happens to be me, look out!)
Racing forward can t look back
On a bike ride to the moon
What did I omit to pack
On a bike ride to the moon?
With the stars all glinting in the shiny Chrome
Then I suddenly remembered what I left at home
Now I shan t be peddling any higher
Cos a sharp sputnik has given me a cosmic flat tyre