The Family Coach

All aboard the family coach
It's leaving Bamville Road
Christmas, 1968
The Christmas when it snowed
Whilst on board the family coach
They were circling the moon
No one had been there before
And they'd be landing there in June

Hey, hey, family coach
My family coach
You've gotta make the most
The most of your family coach

Meanwhile on the family coach
The postillion quietly spoke
He said: "You cannot leave your family coach
And this is not a joke
We must work out our differences
Though none of us may change
We all take different routes through life
But your coach will stay the same"

Hey, hey, family coach
My family coach
You've gotta make the most
The most of your family coach

Back on board Apollo 8
They had gone behind
And the human family held it's breath
And wondered what they'd find
The family coach can stay on Earth
Or be a rocket ship
But where, wherever, wherever you may go
Your kin will share the trip

Hey, hey, family coach
My family coach
You've gotta make the most
The most of your family coach

Now it might well appear to you
That they were simpler days
And the family coach is smaller now
Some have passed away
But there's never been a golden age
Nostalgia's for the lame
The best is always yet to come
It's that kind of game

Hey, hey, family coach
My family coach
You've gotta make the most
The most of your family coach

Hey, hey, family coach
My family coach
You've gotta make the most
The most of your family coach