Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars when the TV's on
And now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop, and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot
'Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars, get up!
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This is fun! We should all do Mars raps.
Well, he surfed in from Mars on a solar breeze
pepped up on antifreeze to protect him on the journey
he came for the dream he and his team had set
based on pictures that they'd seen on the interplanet internet
not knowin' what he'd find
but with a vision in his mind
he left his planet behind to seek
the ultimate one of his kind --
the ultimate green being.
He was a green, squeaky clean, Martian surfin' machine
doin' his best, on a quest for the ultimate green
So he landed on the earth pumped with anticipation
but the people couldn't dig him coz they'd had no education
in the Martian dialect and when he bared his teeth in greetin'
half the people collapsed and the bullets started sheetin'
coz his eyes were big and bulbous and his teeth were something fierce
and he lunched on red Ferraris but he wouldn't touch a Prius,
and that was because
He was a green, squeaky clean, hungry hippie machine,
freon-freein', ozone-seein' pollution-fightin' green being
so after six months in space,
four more at our place,
pleading with the human race and gettin' misunderstood
he was missin' the comforts of his old neighborhood
red ferraris were scarce and his leads were sketchy
some said "California" but the humans there were tetchy
so he picked up his board and reported to base
"Yo, I've checked it all out and we've hit the wrong place,
this surely ain't no Dagoba, and though they got some cars, there's no Skywalker, no death star,
let alone a constellation,
this place is whack -- a throwback, not worthy of attack
we oughtta sue the government
and get our money back"
so he hopped on his board and he quitted the scene
disillusioned, in confusion, half-wishing that he'd never been
but knowin' in his heart he'd done his best, and still he'd never rest
but always press, whatever test, to follow on the quest
for Yoda, the ultimate green being
He was a green, squeaky clean, Yoda-seeking machine,
anti-whalin', space-sailin', always dreamin' green being
Awesome Mars rap, Mark! Keith wanted me to tell you that his was from Blondie.
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