Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule
(Yeah, yeah, talking 'bout a mule now)
He kicks up at anything he hears
If you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a mule
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
(One moonbeam, two moonbeam)
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a pig
(Yeah, yeah, talking 'bout a pig now)
With dirt on his face (yeah)
His shoes are a terrible disgrace
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
You may grow up to be a pig
(Not if I can help it, baby)
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
You could be swinging on a star
We could be swinging on a star
We could be swinging on a star
We could be swinging on a star
We could be swinging on a star