My old lady cries, I'm leaving tonight I parked my Apollo in front of the house While I'm starting the engines I can't help but wonder Is life any different on that planet yonder? I'm going to Mars and I know it will hurt If cheeseburgers there aren't as good as on Earth Do they all wear shirts with tags "Made in China" I wonder what color is a martian vagina And how many seasons of Lost have they seen? Have they ever heard of that song "Billy Jean"? I'll tell them that Mulder is searching for them I'll add them on Facebook and Last.fm We'll drink some tequila, watch Tila Tequila I'll read them a bedtime story about Godzilla They'll give me their drugs, and I'll give them ours Then come back to Earth in a matter of hours Cause they've got some wormholes for teleportation It did wonders for my skin, this martian vacation! ------------ I know it sucks, I wrote it just now, in a couple of minutes