Try me best

I want all you skinheads to get up on your feet
But your braces together and your boots on your feet
And give me some of that old moonstomping

Get ready, we got three million miles to reach the moon
So let's start getting happy now
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Now, before we reach the moon, fellas
We got to make sure that everthing is spic and span, alright?
We got to make sure you, shine your boots, brush your teeth
Because the man on the moon look different from man on the Earth
That's what I say boys
Now remember, I am your boss skinhead speaking, my name is Caleb
Alright, and remember, I'm the boss
You can see, look at my boot, or my feet, or whatever you want to call it
And you can see I've got the biggest boots (that's not right)
Now, when I say "sing", I want everyone to get in the groove and start singing
Because we're on the moon

Ready? One time, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Now, I want all you fellas to gather around me, and we're gonna start stomping
Ready? Here we go, one time

Now, we want to make sure when we get back on the Earth
We've got the moon on top of us

Now, we want to make sure that everybody is still in the groove when we get back
So let's start singing one more time

Ready?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Come on, moonwalk, moonwalk, come on...