Moonshine screech and stompin tom

(Verse 1) Well, up in the sky, past the stars and the dust, Lives a Newfie lad with a rocket ship's thrust, He waves from a crater with a big ol' grin, Yells, "How's she cuttin', buys?" with a cheeky chin. (Chorus) The man on the moon is a Newfie, they say, He fishes for stars in the Milky Way, He's got a jig in his step and a tune in his head, In his lunar shed, he brews Screech instead. (Verse 2) He’s got a moose on his porch and a Martian for a mate, Bakes partridgeberry pies by the lunar gate, With his dog named Virgil, they howl and they croon, Singin' Stompin' Tom's tunes under the crescent moon. (Chorus) The man on the moon is a Newfie, they say, He fishes for stars in the Milky Way, He's got a jig in his step and a tune in his head, In his lunar shed, he brews Screech instead. (Bridge) He’s stompin’ and clompin’ on that dusty ol' ground, Singin' "The Hockey Song" where no pucks are found, He’s got stories of cod, of fog, and of snow, And a Stompin' Tom record playin' nice and slow. (Verse 3) He built a rocket out of driftwood and dreams, Took a schooner to the stars on moonlit beams, Now he looks down on us with a wink and a cheer, Sayin', "Drop by for a scoff, there's plenty of beer!" (Chorus) The man on the moon is a Newfie, they say, He fishes for stars in the Milky Way, He's got a jig in his step and a tune in his head, In his lunar shed, he brews Screech instead. (Outro) So next time you gaze at that big ol' moon, Think of the Newfie lad and his screechy tune, For no matter how far, no matter how soon, There’ll always be a Newfie rockin' out on the moon.