When all the chip shops have closed
And all the drunks have gone home
When they're done cleaning the road
That's when we get in our boat
Drift through the silence of night
Far from the harbour's sight
With a mystical air
We know what we're searching for
For silver moon ladders, ladders, moon ladders
They sparkle moon ladders, ladders, moon ladders
Next day at the jobs we do
No one else has a sense or a clue
We climbed to the moon last night
Sat on the back at the Earth's blue light
Such a beautiful sight
From the silver moon ladders, ladders, moon ladders
They sparkle moon ladders, ladders, moon ladders
They come for us
Then they leave with us in
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