Roswell

That's the town that I come from. There's nothing like New Mexico in the searing desert sun. Roswell, have you heard the name of it? Snares and stairs, but Fran go mocks on one else because listen.

I was there in the race. I saw a flash at the northern part of my land. So with a shotgun and box of shells, I thought I'd make my stand. Out amidst the fiery blaze and some kind of craft debris.

Walked out three men if you'd call them that, and this they said to me. Take me to your land! I must admit the way they looked, it took some getting used to. I took the three to get your train, but Chattanooga choo-choo.

I'm not a gambling man by any means, and I rarely look at the stars. But if I had to bet my life today, I'd say they came from Mars. Tennessee, we hopped a track that led us to the hub, but took us straight to Harlem Town beside the Cotton Club.

I took them to a clothing shop to get some brand new threads, And up they walk straight to the joint. And this is what they said. Take me to your ears, Tom. My granddad used to say, I don't think he'd be quite accurate

if he'd seen us there that day. Take me to your ears!