Man in the Moon Rag
by Jim Thompson
© 1982 James D. Thompson

Well there's a skinny man living in the moon,
Eats fried chicken with a plastic spoon,
Sleeps each day till half past noon,
And he loves to sing this tune.

There's a lady living on a hill,
Her name ain't Jane and it sure ain't Jill,
She's got a man and his name ain't Bill
But she was satisfied until

The man in the moon came down one day,
When the lady was home and her man away.
They sang and danced and laughed and played,
And then she heard him say,

"Lady you're so wonderful,
I've watched you from above,
But how can I stay in this pie in the sky
When I'm falling in love?"

She said, "My man's gonna be home soon,
So you better fly on back to the moon,
But I love the way you sing my tune,
So come back tomorrow afternoon.

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Well there's a skinny man living in the moon,
Eats fried chicken with a plastic spoon,
Sleeps each day till half past noon,
And he loves to sing this tune:

"Lady you're so wonderful,
I've watched you from above,
But how can I stay in this pie in the sky
When I'm falling in love?"

Now that's all the story I can tell,
The cat's in the kitchen ringing the bell,
And the moon keeps count of all the stars that fell,
Like pennies in a wishing well.