My name is Mr. Bloom, and I'm from New Rochelle,
And I sing this happy
tune,
Because my son, the astronaut, young Harvey Bloom,
Has landed on the
moon.
My wife and I, we miss our little Harvey so,
Back here in New
Rochelle,
That every single night,
In the pale moonlight,
We walk out
on the patio and yell:
Shine on, shine on, Harvey Bloom-- up in the sky.
You have been in orbit
since January, February, June and July.
Don't come back too soon, we rented
out your room.
So shine on, shine on, Harvey Bloom-- up there on the moon.
We'll miss you on the holidays, this year they're coming later.
We hope
you have a very lovely seder in your crater.
Your mama sent the astronauts
some chicken soup at school.
They're using it instead of rocket fuel.
If you like outer space, you oughta see your sister Janet.
She came in
with a hairdo that is from another planet.
Your girl friend Shirley misses
you, the Air Force says she had
A temper tantrum on the launching pad.
Shine on, shine on, Harvey Bloom-- up in the sky.
Under separate cover,
I'm sending you some pickles and a corned beef on rye.
You brought Bromo
Seltzer with you, I presume.
So shine on, shine on, Harvey Bloom.
Harvey Bloom is on the moon, oh yeah!
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