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 Hey, hey, family coach My family coach You've gotta 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 gotta make the most The most of your family coach Back on board Apollo 8 They had gone behind And the human family held it's 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 gotta 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 pa**ed 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 gotta make the most The most of your family coach Hey, hey, family coach My family coach You've gotta make the most The most of your family coach