Supermoon

Sorry to turn on the light I hate to wake you in the middle of the night But you were snoring like you were being waterboarded And you know how I feel about torture (Yes, I know how you feel about torture) It's all over, though it's hard to believe it We should pack whatever is needed Then haul our affairs down the apples and pears And make like a drummer and beat it (I'm gonna make like a drummer and beat it) It's coming up, a supermoon We'll dance like sailors danced Back in the days when there were sailors and dancing We'll shake like everyone's watching and we know how to move The cha-cha-cha and the boogaloo, too A cocktail shaker, a karaoke machine We'll bring one of each Then meet our friends where the moonlight hits the sand Down on Revival Beach (Down on Revival Beach) Kevin brought the wine from the wedding The troll gets the glasses and pours The patient and the nurse say hey it could be worse At least we don't have to work anymore (No one has to work anymore) It's coming up, a supermoon We'll sing all the songs we hardly Know how to sing, but we'll sing regardless Pass the wine, remember the government? Looks like their bill came due But who needs a government when there's dancing to do? It's coming up, a supermoon Considering the chaos and upheaval This is all much more medieval than evil Bonfires and beaches, Passionate speeches, Darren plays a little tune on the lute Let's start again, Get the juice and the gin, and put on your birthday suit