Early one morning on Stepney Green I was up and polishing my washing machine When a ray of light took me by surprise There was a craft full of alien boys outside
Beamed right down when I flashed my torch Crash-landed on my Pyrex porch Demanding to speak to the chief designer I said he's moulding plastic in the heart of China
Alien boys, alien boys Alien boys with alien toys Gadgets they will not allow The end of my world is coming now
We talked about Picasso and the Dalai Lama Inoculating me with the theory of karma Lemonade, organic crеam I said keep my poster of the Queen
Things turned nasty whеn they twisted my keys Melting my telly with their laser beams Domestically I was quite unsound They said I'd fouled the fluids, infested the ground
Alien boys, alien boys Alien boys, alien boys, alien toys Give me back technology Save me from calamityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
