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Chorus
{D}You might think it's {G}goofy
But the {A7}man in the moon is a {D}Newfie
And he's sailing on to {G}glory, a{A7}way in the golden {D}dory
He's sailing on to {G}glory, a{A7}way in the golden {D}dory
Codfish Dan, from Newfoundland
He {A}dreamt that he had three {D}wishes
And he took Mars and all the stars
And {A}turned them into big {D}fishes
He said the sky was much too dry
And he {A}made a wavy {D}motion
And the moon like a boat began to float
Up{A}on the starry {D}ocean
One night he strayed to the Milky Way
To {A}cast his nets up{D}on it
He spied the tail of a great big whale
And he {A}harpooned Halley's {D}Comet
He never had a pot for the fish that he caught
So he {A}had to use the Big {D}Dipper
And the sun, by jove, was a very good stove
For {A}cooking up smelts and {D}kippers
Now, the Northern Light that seem so bright
Like {A}nothing could be {D}grander
Well, they're just waves of the moon-boat made
By the {A}Newfoundland com{D}mander
And don't you sigh and say, "Oh, my
What {A}gross exagger{D}ation!"
'Cause he'll tell you the dream was true
When {A}Codfish Dan a{D}wakens.
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