Chilling out at Roswell in the midday sun
Getting high on alcohol, tobacco and raygun
He's got a big-ole flying saucer instead of a car
But he's too much of a shortarse to see over the bar

RAYGUN!!! RAYGUN!!!

And the women go crazy for his big black eyes
And his sexy grey ass, and his telepathic hive-mind
And the Nordics and the Reptiles will think 'it's so neat yeah'
When he gets back to Cassiopea with a saucerful of reefer

RAYGUN!!! RAYGUN!!!

Getting high on alcohol, tobacco and raygun