Bam! I’ll explode, just like I were a bomb
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flying over Vietnam high with my Uncle Tom.
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Or sitting in a cabin having a sip of tea,
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while a parrot sings a song in the minor key of C,
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to inspire me, so we will see,
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this neurotic harmony that develops sonically.
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I’ll be writing my plan out with a needle,
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I’ll make you twist and shout and think I was Beatle.
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Like Lennon or Stalin in a car that won’t start,
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if your Volvo is stallin’ then you need to learn the art
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of mechanics. Don’t panic, even though I’m galvanic!
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I’m the only non-Hispanic on the Mexican Titanic.
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My loops go round and round, just like a carousel,
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coming out my BR-8, like I was William Tell.
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If you haven’t heard my name, I hope it rings a bell,
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because I’m the only guy
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who knows what happened at Roswell.
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CHORUS
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Yes I’m an alien, I come from outer space.
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Yes I’m an alien, I’m going to rock this place.
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Some people say I’m not funny, I say okay,
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I can’t sell records here, I’m huge in the UK.
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British people tell me to keep rocking on,
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you might have heard me down in London
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rocking heads with this song.
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I was sad when I found out about Santa Claus,
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so I made like Tim Allen and broke some local laws.
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I moved way up north and grew a beard,
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now relatives and friends think I’m kind of weird.
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But did you think I was heretic when I danced in that church
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like an unemployed crustacean chewing on a birch?
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I’m addicted to shark meat and books by Mark Twain
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and eating Novocain shipped from the Ukraine.
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My name’s not Matthew, but thanks for asking!
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I live in California, because I’m not Alaskan.
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But that’s okay, what can I say?
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My real home is actually light years away.
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REPEAT CHORUS
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You want poetry? Go read Robert Frost,
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the simile in hip-hop is essentially lost,
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like a tearful pallbearer carrying a body,
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or a giant pink Care Bare acting snotty.
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Where can it go? I just don’t know,
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but check out this funky alphabet flow:
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it’s like A-B-C-D-E-F-G-
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H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P, and ICP on LSD
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or ABC or MTV or the new PC
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you got for free from
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Circuit City in Albuquerque.
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I be the VIP MC on this CD,
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the name’s MC Lars Horris, as you can see.
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So where do I start, and where do I begin?
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Yo, it’s tough to be a funky fresh alien.
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REPEAT CHORUS
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Yes I Am An Alien
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| MC Lars Horris |
