All aboard the family coach   It’s leaving Bamville Road   Christmas 1968   The Christmas when it snowed    Whilst on board the family coach   They were circling the moon   No one had been there before   And they’d be landing there in June       CHORUS:   Hey, hey, family coach   My family coach   You gotta to make the most   The most of your family coach       Meanwhile on the family coach   The postillion quietly spoke   He said “You cannot leave your family coach   And this is not a joke.   We must work out our differences   Though none of us may change   We all take different routes through life   But your coach will stay the same”      Back on board Apollo 8   They had gone behind   And the human family held it's breath   And wondered what they’d find   The family coach can stay on Earth   Or be a rocket ship   But where, wherever, wherever you may go   Your kin will share the trip      Now it might well appear to you   That they were simpler days   And the family coach is smaller now   Some have passed away   But there’s never been a golden age   Nostalgia’s for the lame   The best is always yet to come   It’s that kind of game