Hey you, come with me, to a world of billionaires
See me, I'm da bomb, drinking champagne down at Pierre'sAll the people that I'm meeting, are so friendly and perceiving
When they smile
Some are talking 'bout their feelings, and the stocks that they are dealing
So they cry, don't wanna say byeI am coming back from Mars, where they drive in fancy cars
And the King he is okay, he is coming home today
I am coming back from Mars, where there are no cheap cigars
And Elvis has said, that I could be just like they are
Meet the stars - they're from MarsBaby, it's glamor, throwing bills up in the air
Back off, I'm too hot, eat the oysters if you dareSaying hi to Mister Shoe Shine, passes by a Missus Diva
Stop and stareThis is oh so just fantastic, I will live my life in plastic
Check the hair, and see what I wearI am coming back from Mars, where they drive in fancy cars
And the King he is okay, he is coming home today
I am coming back from Mars, where there are no cheap cigars
And Elvis has said, that I could be just like they areMeet the stars - they're from MarsWe are porno stars, sucking big cigars
We are the pop stars, cannot play guitars
I am coming back from Mars, where they drive in fancy cars
And the King he is okay, he is coming home today
I am coming back from Mars, where there are no cheap cigars
And Elvis has said, that I could be just like they areMeet the stars - they're from Mars