U.F.O.

A race of sultry aliens descended from the skies
In a UFO, UFO
They got boulders on their shoulders
They got leather on their thighs
In a UFO, UFO
They said, «Our warrior race is on the brink of extinction
We’ve landed on your lawn 'cause you’re an Earthling of distinction»
Chicka-bam, chicka-bam
You’ll be comin' in our UFO
They got me in the saucer and are wanting me to breed
In a UFO, UFO
For breakfast it’s Viagra
Lunch, green M&M's and speed
In a UFO, UFO
They said the men of the planet killed themselves off in battle
They’ve been using turkey basters, but they’re running outta cattle
Chicka-bam, chicka-bam
I’ll be comin' in their UFO
Let’s go!
UFO! UFO!
UFO! UFO!
Chicka-bam, chicka-bam
You remind me of my mommy
I hope you tie me up, perform experiments on me
Chicka-bam, chicka-bam
I’ll be comin' in your UFO
(Belch)
Here in outer space, it’s colder than a meat locker
I’m summoned to the captain’s quarters
Bang her like a Rickenbacker
I’m working triple shifts, a slave to my duties
Fulfilling all the needs of the alien cuties
One gimme a shot, one gimme a thrill
And they’re all built like that waitress at the Mango Grill
Chicka-bam, chicka-bam
You remind me of my mommy
They’re gonna tie me up, perform experiments on me
Chicka-bam, chicka-bam
I’ll be comin' in the UFO
(UFO! UFO!)
Chicka-bam, chicka-bam
You’re reminding me of Xena
The warrior princess of South Pasadena
Chicka-bam, chicka-bam
I’m a-comin' in your UFO
(Comin', comin')
I’m comin' in your UFO
(Comin', comin')
I’m comin' in the UFO