Going To Mars (Bonus Track)
With their guns in their pockets
and paper wrap rockets,
they're ready to spray the town green.
The girls think they're gorgeous,
the boys all tell porkies,
saturday night ... looks decidely grim.
'Cause Monday is boring
and Tuesday is ignoring
that Wednesday is incredible thin.
Thursday is pay-day,
so Friday, please make way
for Saturday night ... I think I'll stay in.
Or go to Mars,
to the moon or the stars,
some far away bars
on the moon or the stars.
In the bars and taxi cars,
if there from round here
I'm off to Mars,
I'm ready to leave.
Look at the leader of the pack
with shaved head and a hairy back.
If is for real,
I'm going to Mars.
I'm going to Mars,
the moon or the stars,
some far away bars
on the moon or the stars.
Give me a spaceship,
just to escape it.
Please, give me a spaceship,
please, I think I'll stay in.
I'm going to Mars,
the moon or the stars,
some far away bars
on the moon or the stars.
I'm going to Mars,
the moon or the stars,
some far away bars
on the moon or the stars.
