Personally, I welcome the UK's death ray work, and they'd better come up with a whopper ASAP. The mothership orbiting behind the moon has a death ray, and they won't hesitate to use it on us. They eat dessert first, and once they've devoured all our coffee and chocolate, they'll be looking for a savory main course. That would be us.
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And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subaru
And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then, when there's no more cars you go out at night
And eat up bars where the people meet
Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow
'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars.
I miss Blondie.
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