And if a ship meets your car

You know you can't go real far

Well they could treat you real nice

Or put a tracking device

Way down inside



I'm checking out inventions

at the UFO convention tonight

Planes above the Hilton make it sunny

Brought my money tonight

Blue blond ladies of abduction

strumming guitars of instruction tonight

A lot of wannabe truckers

Making eyes with starfuckers tonight



I've got my hands on some sights

Electric glasses with lights

They got me feeling deluxe

For just a couple of bucks

Way down inside



I'm getting patterns from a trekker

And it sounds like soul records to me

They're waving hi from some gazebo

Waving on to Arecibo to me

I'm getting patterns from a trekker

And it sounds like soul records to me

I'm getting patterns from a trekker

And it sounds like Desmond Dekker to me



Sleep machine

In your silo

Transmarine

Things you've never seen



Parry the wind high, low