| Hey you out there in outer space
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| You’re lookin' at some style and grace
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| The blood and gutty human race
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| Well, come on down here to meet us And all you sightings up there in the sky
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| Feel free to drop in anytime
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| Anytime you’re just kinda passin' by And you get the urge that you want to see us Oh, we’re fun and games
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| Just guys and just dames
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| But don’t call us names
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| And most of all, please don’t eat us
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| 'Cause we’re no baloney, homosapiens
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| We ain’t phoney
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| Oh we’re no baloney homsapiens
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| Listen, just 'cause you got
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| more ears than eyes
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| That just gives you more places to cry
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| And acutely hear all the moans and sighs
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| Of the relatives of the people
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| You disintegrated
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| And don’t you say we’re easy prey
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| 'Cause buddy, that’s the day
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| Your underestimation will defeat you
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| But don’t worry, we’re civilized
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| And we won’t eat you
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| 'Cause we’re no baloney, we’re homosapiens
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| We ain’t no phoney
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| Yeah, we’re no baloney homosapiens
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| We’re black and white
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| You’re green and blue
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| Well, we’re all right, so are you… I think
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| My blood’s thick red
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| You bleed black glue
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| So, let’s not bleed at all
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| Is that all right with you
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| Yes, we’re no baloney, we’re homosapiens
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| We’re not phoney
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| Yeah, we’re no baloney homosapiens
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| Yes, we’re no baloney, homosapiens
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| Take it back with ya We’re no baloney homosapiens
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| No baloney, homosapiens |