The Little Martian

I I went out on the town and then I came home to bed I woke up in my morning with a great big hair The room was thin as I opened my eyes Look when me hold wide a weird surprise The face of art and dinner I was the green

It was a strange sight I've ever seen A little Martian mate and a ten-onys head He wiggled and he wobbled and I think This is what he said I've come down for my speed That crazy stow And educate my people with your rock and roll up We mushrooms have a scientific plan When it comes to rock and roll

We mushrooms are square The little Martian man was a delicate thing He started to mess up when a show was swayed On poor little man, rock and boat did his stay He was struggling with those dirty things He whispered to me, as he flew on my eyes No more borhose, I don't want to die

I don't want to die, I don't want to die I don't want to die, I don't want to die