Martian Blues
There are martians on the moon I don't know how they got there But I know they'll be here soon They'll eat my brains for breakfast And split my house in two They'll snatch up all my tables And rid me of my spoons When the martians get here I hope they bring good tunes Cuz I don't care If they take my hair At least they'll sing the blues
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