Space invaders flying home
Yeah, they`re going to hit the sack
And they are prob`ly going to die getting high
Cause they`re mixing crazy ... with the crack
And she`s kissing all the boys
She`s to clever to be slack
But she`s bound to go away for a day
In July, so she won`t be coming back
Baby, baby, baby
The good old days to tax
Baby, baby, baby
Won`t you dry your pretty eyes
Baby, baby, baby
Your good old days to tax
Come on!
.... (missing verse)
And she`s kissing all the boys
She`s to clever to be slack
But she`s bound to go away for a day
In July, so she won`t be coming back
Baby, baby, baby
The good old days to tax
Baby, baby, baby
Won`t you dry your pretty eyes
Baby, baby, baby
Your good old days to tax
Come on!