The Pocket Band - We're the Real Aliens

I think I just spied
Something up in the sky
I think it flies and it has big eyes
But in a suit and tie
He's just a normal guy
Social security number 13956375
Got a little body
And a round moon face
Like techno-logy
'Cause he's from outer space
He can fly through the sky
Over Roswell on ship that spins
And right from his captain chair
He can email the president
We're the aliens

We're the real aliens
Me and my longtime friends
We're the real aliens
Woah oh ee yeah
(What are we to them?)
We're the real aliens

Maybe there's a martian
In a parallel universe
Writing a song about
All the aliens on Earth
Scrambling the channels
Skyrocketing to number one
It's didn't go silver
It went cosmic platinum
And I know you want him
To beam you up
And take you on his spaceship
Like an intergalactic...what?
He don't like Reese's
With artificial ingredients
So go home and tell you Mom
And tell your friends
We're the real aliens

We're the real aliens
Me and my long time friends
We're the real aliens
Woah oh ee yeah
(What are we to them?)
We're the real aliens

Wearing silver suits
Walking in moon boots
Let's make a truce before we go
Staring in your eyes
Stellar sunrise
Triple Extra-terrestrial
Celestial
Millennial
Centennial
Terrestrial

Written by:
Omar Teitelbaum

Publisher:
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