Lyrics

Wouldn’t it be neat if the moon was made of green cheese
And the earth was a bagel
Then God could have breakfast on the way to work
And heat his coffee on the sun

Oh Danny boy the pipes are calling
From glen to mountain side
It’s been a thousand two hundred and ninety days
And your dinosaurs have all died

Life was so much simpler
Before we killed the man on the moon
The pleasures of life much sweeter
Before the plate divorced the spoon

Put down your cell phone
Put on your shades
Roll down your window
Take a look around before the ambiance fades

One thousand three hundred and thirty-five days
Since we drank to our surmise
I still can’t read the writing on the wall
Must be the clouds in my eyes

We have slaughtered all the unicorns
And caged up all the dragons
Is there anyone remaining who'll have a drink
With me and Bilbo Baggins

Put on your big hat
Put down your PDA
Time is sipping cider from an hour glass
As lucy’s selling wisdom for the price of lemonade

As Danny’s dinosaur takes a bow
Before he slips into his enclave
Now just a star in the face of the sky
No time to see him wave

When swimming in the tapestry
Of a rich man’s kingdom
Never forget the simple smile
Of a clown who loves to dance

A dragon lives forever, but not so, little dinosaurs
Painted wings and giants' rings make way for asteroids
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came
Waiting for someone to fix their hemorrhoids