Up With People came to town one night
Singin' a song about the late Ed White,
Against a backdrop of him walking in space,
Floating in time with impossible grace.
Dazed by the stardust and dazzled by the moon,
They come with endorsements from John Wayne and Pat Boone--
It's a road to tomorrow we can all agree upon,
Take a left down Carnaby Street straight into Saigon.

     And Peter and Michael and Micky and Davy,
     And a sign says Pray For Rosemary's Baby;
     We'll pass it 'round the bar
     And we'll run it up the steeple,
     And we'll stare at the bus that says Up With People.

What do I feel when I look at the stars,
They say soon we'll be living on the moon and on Mars;
We send boxes of candy to the boys in Vietnam,
I saw a hippie he was shouting Ban the bomb.
Clean cut kids singin' 'bout an astronaut,
Go on back to Chicago or to Watts;
It's all just nonsense it's all too far out,
We'll stick with Pop Warner and the Boy Scouts.

     And Peter and Michael and Micky and Davy,
     And a sign says Pray For Rosemary's Baby;
     We'll pass it 'round the bar
     And we'll run it up the steeple,
     And we'll stare at the bus that says Up With People.

And Virgil Grissom, Roger Chaffee smile and roll their eyes,
Where the engines of Apollo fly beyond the skies;
And a broken record plays beneath a broken needle,
Before you were born--in the days of Up With People.

Copyright © Thomas Anderson, Angry Young Grad Student Music