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Moonfood

(Oct 1981)

#886 on list of all songs
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#1 on the Rufstuf Moonfood album at

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There's a howling from the wolf's retreat.

Lovers under the light of the big cheese.

The grain in the wind knows a harvest begins,

but this time 'tis us that shall be.

Moonford, someday baby, the moon come tumbling down.

Moonford, someday baby, the moon come tumbling down.

And the fate of all us is to be Moonford.

Birds are calling in the trees.

Sensitive people are wobbling in their knees.

What's it for?

The growth on this oar.

The rug salesman says that he sees.

It's Moonford, Sunday baby, the moon come tumbling down.

Moonford, Sunday baby, the moon come tumbling down.

And the fate of all us is to be Moonford.

The planners are shocked.

The clowns are sobbing.

Parts of the mighty are throbbing.

History's course, just movement toward the day

when we're perfect for gobbling.

Moonford, Sunday baby, the moon come tumbling down.

Moonford, Sunday baby, the moon come tumbling down.

And the purpose of all us is to be Moonford.

You may be sitting in your chair reading.

Look out the window at the evening.

When down the sky it takes a ride with a big grin for the eating.

Moonford, Sunday baby, the moon come tumbling down.

Moonford, Sunday baby, the moon come tumbling down.

And the purpose of all us is to be Moonford.

 




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