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, taunting 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
I still remember July of '69 We all got to stay home from school In stark black and white, we followed the flight And the whole world was in that capsule
Oh, on the rocket that Grandpa rode Sounds like braggin' but it's true, I'm not tryin' to big-time you Oh what a flight, you'd better look out down below Yeah, that's the rocket that Grandpa rode
Spacemen and women on this bus, an obese driver I don't trust We're goin' to watch the shuttle fly away, last day And for some kids behind my seat, there's a very special treat More than just history on parade
Giant nozzles, bolts and beams, they called her Atlas by all means Blood, sweat and tears were her payload She was a stairway to heaven, old Apollo 11 The rocket ship their Grandpa drove
Oh, on the rocket that Grandpa rode Sounds like braggin' but it's true, I'm not tryin' to big-time you Rising up from that lagoon, we beat those Commies to the moon Yeah, on the rocket their Grandpa rode Yeah, on the rocket their Grandpa drove
Thank you, Neil Thank you, NASA Thank you, Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock Scotty, Lieutenant Uhura and Chekhov Yeah, the rocket that Grandpa rodeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
