Back From Mars

Hey you, come with me

To a world of billionaires

See me, I'm the bomb

Drinking champagne down at Pierre's

All the people that I'm meeting

Are so friendly and perceiving

When they smile

Some are talking 'bout their feelings

And the stocks that they are dealing

So they cry, don't wanna say bye

I am coming back from Mars

Where they drive in fancy cars

And the King, he is okay

He is coming home today

I am coming back from Mars

Where there are no cheap cigars

And Elvis has said

That I could be just like they are

Meet the stars, they're from Mars

Baby, it's glamour

Throwing bills up in the air

Back off, I'm too hot

Eat the oyster if you dare

Saying hi to mister shoe shine

Passes by a missus diva

Stop and stare

This is oh so just fantastic

I will live my life in plastic

Check the hair and see what I wear

I am coming back from Mars

Where they drive in fancy cars

And the King, he is okay

He is coming home today

I am coming back from Mars

Where there are no cheap cigars

And Elvis has said

That I could be just like they are

Meet the stars, they're from Mars

We are porno stars, sucking big cigars

We are the pop stars, cannot play guitars

I am coming back from Mars

Where they drive in fancy cars

And the King, he is okay

He is coming home today

I am coming back from Mars

Where there are no cheap cigars

And Elvis has said

That I could be just like they are

Meet the stars (we are porno stars, sucking big cigars)

They're from Mars (we are the pop stars, cannot play guitars)