Back from Mars

Hey you, come with me to a world of billionaires
See me, I'm the bomb, drinking champagne down at Pierre'sAll 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 byeI 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 areMeet the stars, they're from MarsBaby, it's glamor, throwing bills up in the air
Back off, I'm too hot, eat the oysters if you dareSaying 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 wearI 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 areMeet the stars, they're from MarsWe are porno stars, sucking big cigars
We are the pop stars, we cannot play guitarsI 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 areMeet the stars
We are porno stars, sucking big cigars
They're from Mars
We are the pop stars, cannot play guitars