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.