Back From Mars

Hey you, come with me to a world of billionaires See me, I'm the 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 glamor, throwing bills up in the air Back off, I'm too hot, eat the oysters if you dare Saying hi to Mister Shoe Shine Pa*ses 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, s*cking big cigars We are the pop stars, we cannot play guitars 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 We are porno stars, s*cking big cigars They're from Mars We are the pop stars, cannot play guitars