Joe Dolce «“ Crop Circles In My Marijuana

Crop Circles in my Marijuana,

I think some aliens are trying to get my goat.

When I get a hold of those clowns,

That squashed my little plants down,

I’m gonna kick a circle in their ass with my foot.

My horse got abducted by extra-terretesticles!

And I’m pretty certain they give it an anal probe,

‘Cause it’s whinnying much too high,

And it’s done gone crossed-eyed

And walking kind of funny down the road.

There’s Crop Circles in my Marijuana,

I think some aliens are trying to get my goat.

When I get a hold of those clowns,

That squashed my little plants down,

I’m gonna kick a circle in their ass with my foot.

My wife, she’s been looking kind of strange,

And my daughter, she’s been treating me really weird,

I think those Pod People,

Did a switch while I was sleeping,

And took my family and left this other one here.

Crop Circles in my Marijuana,

I think some aliens are trying to get my goat.

When I get a hold of those clowns,

That squashed my little plants down,

I’m gonna kick a circle in their ass with my foot.

Lately, all the beer’s been tasting flat.

I just eat salad but I still get fat.

Somebody stole my tent,

All my spoons are bent,

And something ugly’s building a nest in my hat.

Crop Circles in my Marijuana,

I think some aliens are trying to get my goat.

When I get a hold of those clowns,

That squashed my little plants down,

I’m gonna kick a circle in their ass with my foot.

The Ran Dells – The Martian Hop

We have just discovered

an important note from space

The Martians plan to throw a dance

for all the human race

Papa ooh mir mir papa ooh mir mir papa ooh mir mir papa ooh mir mir

Ee-ee-ee ee-ee

I got into my rocket ship to see the Martian Hop

I saw the planet shining red so there I made my stop

But as I opened up the door and climbed the ladder down

I saw the Martians on the floor a-dancin’ to this sound

Ee-ee-ee ee-ee the Martian Hop ee-ee-ee ee-ee-ee-ee

I saw I was the first one there and so I was surprised

To see the Martians twist and stomp before my very eyes

They did the locomotion and the hully-gully too

I couldn’t name a single dance the Martians couldn’t do

Ee-ee-ee ee-ee the Martian Hop ee-ee-ee ee-ee-ee-ee

Now right around the stroke of twelve the dance had just begun

They earth kids parked their spaceship down on Mars to have some fun

And so I left my friends, the Martians, stomping on the ground

And even though I’m back on earth I still can hear this sound.

Ee-ee-ee ee-ee the Martian Hop ee-ee-ee ee-ee-ee-ee

(fade out while repeating «papa ooh mir mir»)