The Martian Boogie

The other night I was Walking down the street I was getting kinda hungry I decided to get me something to eat Now I passed up all the chain Franchise joints on Hamburger row And stopped at a little greasy spoon place I always eat at called Eat, Sit and Gulp Get you one of the greasy hamburgers All peppered up, lay you up in the Hospital for about ten days So I ordered me up a Couple of those grease bombs Waitress brought 'em over Lifted up the bun, checked 'em out Damn, no ketchup So I nudged the guy sitting next to me At the counter, I said, hey, partner How about passing the ketchup over Suddenly, this little bitty green hand Holding a ketchup bottle came into view And I freaked cause the guy sitting Next to me was a Martian Now in twenty-eight years of eating hamburgers I ain't never run into no Martian Not at 2: 30 in the morning and certainly Not at a fine scarfing establishment like Eat Well, he was sitting over there with a Bunch of colored sticks on his plate And I looked over at him and I said What you eating there, boy, crayons He said, why no They're Martian cigarettes Here, try one Well, 'bout half hour later He looked over at me and smiled Them Martians ain't got But two teeth in their head And he said, how do you feel And I said, well, I feel so good Yeah, I do, gonna boogie Meanwhile, back at Eat's I was still thinking, I said How come out of all the places You could have landed You wound up here He said, well, according To my lunar space map This town here is supposed to be The boogie capital of the U.S.A So I asked him, I said Now, where else you been, boy And he told me He said, I've rocked 'em over And I've rocked 'em down Rocked 'em in the country I've rocked 'em in town Rock and roll been so good to me ? A lady and she asked my name Told her my name was on ten of my shirt Told her, rocking chair Martian Don't have to work Yeah, I feel so good Yeah, yeah, gonna boogie Martian boogie