Star Invasion

There he's sitting in his cockpit. Out on guard, ten thousand miles from home. Lookin' through his little window. Earth appears as God's blue magic dome. Just a little bit distrubing are those coloured spaceships. Closing in.

C: Star invasion from behind the sun. Destination. Starlight into his face.

Seven years they taugh and told him what to do and how to act right now. he would have to push a button. In his panic he just don't know how seems. There's no red alert no more. And so that squirrel wasn't there before.


C: Star invasion from behind the sun. Complication. Say, what can be done?

Near to a thousand-eight squirrels beam aboard and say hello. Puke and shit his control board, dematerialize and steer their ships away from earth.


C: Star invasion from behind the sun. Praise the Lord they're gone. Mere pollution. Cleaning up's no fun. Star invasion. First touch with a different kind. Ausser Sepesen nix gewesen IIII.