VERSE ONE
There
With ray guns drumming, and saucer engines humming.
They think that they
To operations brain numbing, and love of anal plumbing.
But this trailer trash abduction, this wheat field destruction,
Can
There
A master plan induction with no human being obstruction.
So tonight we
By the end you must decide whose fate you will be tied to.
It cannot be denied that they reside on moons dark side,
Mining our moonrock supply to enable them to fly.
Is it so hard to believe or are we too naïve to see,
Aliens are thieves achieving intergalactic greed.
Cause there
Before the midget breed complete their evil deed.
CHORUS
Get your hands off our moonrocks, you dirty fucking aliens
(Get your mutherfucking hands off our mutherfucking moonrocks)
Get your hands off our moonrocks, you dirty fucking aliens
(Get your mutherfucking hands off our mutherfucking moonrocks)
And if you don
(Get your mutherfucking stubs off our mutherfucking moonrocks)
VERSE TWO
It doesn
Scientific linking of El Nino tidal shrinking
Is what the high jinxing aliens want us to be thinking,
As our zinc-enriching moon goes without us even blinking.
Because the wools been pulled and we
Even my teacher at school said it
When the moon
Hey fuck you Mrs Tayson and your ignorant quotation,
Just stick to picture book narration, finger paint creation.
Your moonrock information is a misinterpretation,
Now you
No one really knows the threat that martians pose,
As if Alf in no clothes or Mr Squiggles pencil nose,
Could in any way be foes to a moon rock quid pro quo,
They deflower our lunar rose so lets tell them where to go.
CHORUS
Get your hands off our moonrocks, you dirty fucking aliens
(Get your mutherfucking hands off our mutherfucking moonrocks)
Get your hands off our moonrocks, you dirty fucking aliens
(Get your mutherfucking hands off our mutherfucking moonrocks)
And if you don
(Get your mutherfucking stubs off our mutherfucking moonrocks)
BRIDGE
Tonights the night, its time to fight,
Lets unite against these beings with deficient height.
Time is right, time is ripe, start the hype,
Tonight we
VERSE THREE
As I look with a tear through the atmosphere,
I see year by year our moons perfect sphere,
Takes a change that
What was once the new frontier is about to disappear.
And its aliens to blame but to them its just a game,
And I think its pretty lame that to us its all the same.
I find it hard to explain how human beings became,
A race of martian tame monkeys, god it puts me to shame.
So you
Can aliens abuse our moon or can they be excused.
Don
It
So come and join the crusade this anti-martian parade.
Lets show we
So we can stop this blockade, this lunar masquerade,
We can stop the mutherfucking, moon rock trade.
CHORUS
Get your hands off our moonrocks, you dirty fucking aliens
(Get your mutherfucking hands off our mutherfucking moonrocks)
Get your hands off our moonrocks, you dirty fucking aliens
(Get your mutherfucking hands off our mutherfucking moonrocks)
And if you don
(Get your mutherfucking stubs off our mutherfucking moonrocks)
HIP-HOPERETTA
Get your mutherfucking hands off our moonrocks!
