Crazy blue sunsets baby man that is weird
How did we get here and who humped the gear
I woke up in that rocket there
To find little space dudes with blasters and beer
And, oh man, we toured it too far
We took a wrong turn out of Bangor and brought Randall to Mars
Playing on Mars is a bit unexpected
One leather jacket is not much protection
But a look is a look, as a matter of fact
A gaberdine spacesuit would look good with this hat
And, oh man, we toured it too far
We took a wrong turn out of Bangor, and brought Randall to Mars
We’re really gone, we’re outta sight
We’re really gone, so gone
Do you know the history of Martian champagne
It’s made in Boston under a local name
We used to sell it out of the back of the Rat
While stirring up sauce at the Hoodoo shack
And, oh man, we toured it too far
We took a wrong turn out of Bangor, and brought Randall to Mars
Now, the martian air is not good for the skins
You see the martian air is a little too thin
And, oh man, we toured it too far
What the hell were you thinking, when you brought me to Mars
And, oh man, we toured it too far
We took a wrong turn out of Bangor, and brought Randall to Mars
We took a wrong turn out of Bangor, and brought Scruffy to Mars
(c) Stanfield