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 really)

Hey hey family coach My family coach You gotta to 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 got to make the most, the most of your family coach

(Roger and we are under way)

Back on board Apollo 8, they had gone behind And the human family held its 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 got to 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 got to make the most, the most of your family coach

Hey hey family coach My family coach You’ve got to make the most, the most of your family coach

(We’ve got it, we’ve got it Apollo 8 now in in lunar orbit

And from the crew of Apollo 8 We close with good night, good luck, a merry Christmas And God bless all of you, all of you on the good earth)