We come in on the morning scan

All the way from far Arcturus

Bringing with us peace and good will

From the margins of space and time

Our women are slung down low to the ground

They're very good you've probably had one

Our men are brave, studly and wise,

A pleasure to behold

Right away we walk the walk

More or less we talk the talk

But every time we make our play

Their eyes get wide they run away



'Cause the hat stays too flat

My hat is way too flat

My English she is much better now

But my hat remains too flat

The man smells a rat

And that's the end of that

My English it is more better now

But my hat is still too flat



Fair Arcturus Fashion forecast:

Skirts will be shorter

Legs stay long

Virtual raincoats are coming back

Hats as always continued flat



Back at home the machines work hard

We folk like to take it easy

Honing our awareness of

The finer things of life

Here when I go down to my job

I work hard for what seems like a long time

I look at my watch: fifteen minutes

It felt like half a day!

Soon enough we break for lunch

Me and the boys now I'm one of the bunch

But no one wants to sit with me

So tell me what can the matter be?



The hat stays too flat

My hat is way too flat

My English she is much better now

But the hat is just too flat

A little thing like that

They don't get past the hat

My English it is more better now

But my hat remains too flat