Imagine being a Martian and peering down on earth And puzzling and puzzling for all your Martian brain was worth Why were those funny earthians standing in the street And sucking on those little logs, you might have to admit defeat
With seven fingers and two triple jointed thumbs, you'd scratch your furry, green head Because even from up on Mars, you'd know those logs would make you dead The smell alone that you detected from your ten nostrils perched upon your ear Was enough to instil in you a horrifying fear
That these earthians had been visited from some aliens out in space Some nasty, vicious aliens who did not like the human race And these aliens had then programmed some of our precious human kind By writing a cruel virus prepared specially for the delicate human mind
If you were such a Martian, you'd be shaking in your twenty pairs of shoes Because you knew it could be possible, that you'd hear it on the Martian news That this virus had jumped planets, gone across to Mars from Earth And of you verdant, martial Martians, there was now a severe dearth