| Distant cousins, there’s a limited supply. |
| And we’re down to the dozens, and this is why, |
| Big Eyed Beans from Venus! |
| Oh my, oh my. |
| Boys and girls, |
| Earth people around the circle, |
| Mixtures of man alive. |
| Big eyed beans from Venus, |
| Don’t let anything get in between us. |
| Beam in on me baby, |
| And we’ll beam together |
| I know we always been together, |
| But there’s more. |
| Mister Zoot Horn Rollo, hit that long lunar note, |
| And let it float. |
| Men let your wallets flop out, |
| And women open your purses, |
| Cause a man or a woman without a big eyed bean from Venus |
| Is suffering with the worstest of curses |
| Yeah, you’re suffering, with the worstest of curses. |
| Put 'em out in the sun, and when the night come |
| You don’t have to go out and get 'em |
| They’ll glow with you |
| They’ll go with you |
| They’ll show with you |
| Ain’t no losers |
| Cause they’re on the right track |
| Cause they’re on the right track |
| You can be on the right track, woman, |
| Of course, of course |
| Ain’t no SNAFU, no fol-de-rol |
| Check these out, Big eyed beans from Venus |
| Oh, let a few out, let 'em pass in between us |
| Distant cousins, there’s a limited supply. |
| And we’re down to the dozens, and this is why |
| Don’t let anything get in between us! |
| Big eyed beans from Venus |
| Big eyed beans from Venus. |