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 (July I know)
Hey hey family coach
My family coach
You've got to make the most
The most of your family coach
Meanwhile on the family coach
The postillion quietly spoke
He said, "You can not 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".
Back on board Apollo 8
They had gone behind
And the human family held its breath
And wondered what they'd find.
Our family coach can stay on earth
Or be a rocket ship
But wherever you may go
Your kin will share the trip.
Now it might well appear to you
That they were simpler days
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 got to make the most
The most of your family coach.
