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