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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, sounds like soul records to me I'm getting patterns from a trekker, sounds like Desmond Dekker to me Sleep machine In your silo Transmarine Things you've never seen Parry the wind high, low From Letras Mania