Hey you, come with me, to a world of billionaires See me, I'm da 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 oysters 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, we cannot play giutars
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
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