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