There's an old Gypsy Moth Made of glue and cloth That lands in a horse filled field An unusual event for those palomino gents Who just stared at their future revealed Why oh why oh did he fly out of Ohio Before we knew that genes held the code But taking to wing, is a haunting, daunting thing Just like that rocket Grandpa rode Yeah, it was the rocket that Grandpa rode Sounds like braggin' but it's true I'm not tryin' to big-time you Shot up into space and he said look out down below Gotta love that rocket that Grandpa rode And the kids turned to flying machines With their arms open wide like wings But one solitary boy knows a plane is not a toy I'm talkin' 'bout The Man on the Moon