It's not living, not anymore, not anymore
My alien lover's come here from the stars.
Up dare, uthey don't drive no shitty cars.
It's on the ceiling: it's on the floor
It's not living, not any more, any more.
My alien lover's got a little green pickle,
He uses to make me go tickle, tickle.
It's in the hall, it's on the floor.
It won't let me out, out the door.
My foreign agent, my alien brother,
He's my only signifant other.
