Last night I met a man from Mars, and he was very sad.
He said, "Won't you
help me find my girl friend, please?"
So I asked him, "What does she look
like?",
And the man from Mars said, she's
Eight foot two, solid blue,
Five transistors in each shoe,
Has anybody
seen my gal?
Lucite nose, rust-proof toes,
And when her antenna
glows,
She's the cutest Martian gal.
You know she promised me, recently,
She wouldn't stray,
But came the
dawn, she was gone
Eighteen billion miles away.
Her steering wheel has sex appeal,
Her evening gown is stainless
steel,
Has anybody seen my gal?
How I miss all the bliss
Of her sweet
hydraulic kiss, Has anybody seen my gal?
Lovely shape, custom
built,
Squeeze her wrong and she says "tilt",
Has anybody seen my gal?
She does the cutest tricks, with her six stereo ears.
When she walks by,
spacemen cry,
'Specially when she shifts her gears.
If she's found, rush like mad,
Put her on a launching pad,
Down at Cape
Canaveral,
And shoot me back my cutie,
My supersonic beauty,
Send me
back my Martian gal.
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