Now in twenty eight years of eating hamburgers
I ain’t never run into no Martian
Not at 2:30 in the morning and certainly not at a fine scarfing establishment like Eat.
Well, he was sitting over there with a
Bunch of colored sticks on his plate
And I looked over at him and I said
What you eating there boy, crayons
He said, why no
They’re Martian cigarettes
Here, try one