Monday Muse: Lunar Cabaret Songs

Dear Readers,

  In keeping with Twitter's Music Monday, I've decided to make my posts on your Mondays themed towards music and poetry.

  Below, find a lunar cabaret tune from an age of solar system colonization in one of my favorite time streams.  It's a bit crude, but that's the nature of the cabaret song genre.  There are clues about the lunar society in the song; feel free to speculate on what they mean!  I'll keep a close eye on the comments.  Well, really, I'll know what you might post before you post it.  But I like to see you say it.

Image via Wikipedia

  Always,

   Dr. John Skylar
   Chairman
   Department of Anachronism
   University of Constantinople

Audience/chorus responses are marked with a hyphen.  The rest is the singer.

In our home on the Moon
the World's always in tune
And we call it Luna Bella

-Hey, *we* don't.

Well now don't start a fight
On our home sattelite
'cause we all breathe the air here

-Which stinks!

Still there's no place like this
It's a tin can of bliss
Where the girls are all stir crazy

-Let's stir!
-Only if I can lick the spoon!

Go ahead and go wild
See they can't get with child
In this hellhole's low gravity

-But they sure can moon bounce!

So we'll stay up here
Watch Earth, have a beer!
In this sideshow to doomsday!
This party, themed grey!
The moon, the moon, our priso-

-Our HOME!
-Hear, hear!
-There, there.

Now go buy another round!