| The other night I was
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| Walking down the street
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| I was getting kinda hungry
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| I decided to get me something to eat
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| Now I passed up all the chain
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| Franchise joints on Hamburger Row
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| And stopped at a little greasy spoon place
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| I always eat at called Eat, Sit and Gulp
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| Get you one of the greasy hamburgers
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| All peppered up, lay you up in the
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| Hospital for ten days
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| So I ordered me up a
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| Couple of those grease bombs
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| Waitress brought 'em over
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| Lifted up the bun, checked 'em out
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| Damn, no ketchup
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| So I nudged the guy sitting next to me
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| At the counter, I said, «Hey, partner
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| How about passing the ketchup over?»
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| Suddenly, this little bitty green hand
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| Holding a ketchup bottle came into view
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| And I freaked cause the guy sitting
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| Next to me… was a Martian!
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| Now in twenty-eight years of eating hamburgers
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| I ain’t never run into no Martian
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| Not at 2:30 in the morning and certainly
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| Not at a fine scarfing establishment like Eat
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| Well, he was sitting over there with a
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| Bunch of colored sticks on his plate
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| And I looked over at him and I said
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| «What you eating there, boy, crayons?»
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| He said, «Why no!
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| They’re Martian cigarettes!
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| Here, try one!»
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| Well, 'bout half hour later
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| He looked over at me and smiled
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| Them ol' Martians ain’t got
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| But two teeth in their head
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| And he said, «How do you feel?»
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| And I said, «Weeeeeeell, I feel so good
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| Yeah, I do, gonna boogie
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| Wow! |
| Til the break of day!»
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| Meanwhile, back at Eat’s
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| I was stiiiiiiiiiiiiiiill thinking, I said
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| «How come out of all the places
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| You could have landed
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| You ended up here?»
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| He said, «Well, according
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| To my lunar space map
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| This town here is supposed to be
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| The boogie capital of the U.S.A!»
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| So I asked him, I said
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| «Now, where else you been, boy?»
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| And he told me
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| He said, «I've rocked 'em over
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| And I’ve rocked 'em down
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| Rocked 'em in the country
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| I’ve rocked 'em in town
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| Rock 'n' roll, Memphis on up to Maine
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| Woke up a lady and she asked my name!
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| Told her the name was on ten of my shirts
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| Told her, rocking chair Martian
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| Don’t have to work!»
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| Yeah, I feel so good
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| Yeah, yeah, gonna boogie
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| Martian boogie |