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Hey you, come with me
To a world of billionaires
See me, I'm the bomb
Drinking champagne down at Pierre's
All 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 bye
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 are
Meet the stars, they're from Mars
Baby, it's glamour
Throwing bills up in the air
Back off, I'm too hot
Eat the oyster if you dare
Saying hi to mister shoe shine
Passes by a missus diva
Stop and stare
This is oh so just fantastic
I will live my life in plastic
Check the hair and see what I wear
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 are
Meet the stars, they're from Mars
We 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 are
Meet the stars (we are porno stars, sucking big cigars)
They're from Mars (we are the pop stars, cannot play guitars)
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