Red Pon There are men, begging to be free Stranded there, against the door If all of this is real, then the dream is over, And I, oh my, I am a stranger to you
So what about the moon, it’s mine to steal So what about the moon, it’s mine to steal, mine to steal, alright!
Red, Red Pony, stand out by my door Red, Red Pony, stand outside my door, alright
Oh let’s just sing of the old, the good old days Let’s just bring them back And hear them on hi-fi stereos
So what about the moon, it’s mine to steal So what about the moon, it’s mine to steal, mine to steal Alright, boys!
Red, Red Pony, stand out by my door Red, Red Pony, stand outside my door, alright
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There are men, begging to be free
Stranded there, against the door
If all of this is real, then the dream is over,
And I, oh my, I am a stranger to you
So what about the moon, it’s mine to steal
So what about the moon, it’s mine to steal, mine to steal, alright!
Red, Red Pony, stand out by my door
Red, Red Pony, stand outside my door, alright
Oh let’s just sing of the old, the good old days
Let’s just bring them back
And hear them on hi-fi stereos
So what about the moon, it’s mine to steal
So what about the moon, it’s mine to steal, mine to steal
Alright, boys!
Red, Red Pony, stand out by my door
Red, Red Pony, stand outside my door, alright