Man From Mars - Artie Shaw

Not much to talk about I guess i'm walking out Took one good look around The light is breaking the crown You keep on weighing me down Same day suck in my old ways So fast spinning uncontrollably No fair (Boy it's never fair) Love her Love her like a cigarette And it's my last one Yea baby girl I dont want no tears I saw you Cryin on the front step You were drop dead I'm tellin you i fucked up I know i wont do it again Never slip up again Run to you no where watch out were livin fast Ask no dont need none No gas we dont need none

I just looked myself straight in the eyes and saw That I had to move to higher places So I took my courage in both hands and I I pushed off the ground with all my might Took off from the red place in the sky I fly I have lost my reason, and I've made my sense From up there, I will see where I'm from and where And where force of love will tell me now To go But why do you say that you are lost if You don't even try to find yourself? My words are a stair I put my feet on And I climb through starless night to my place

Hey you, come with me To a world of billionaires See me, I'm the bomb Drinking champagne down at Pierre's All the people that I'm meeting Are so friendly and perceiving When they smile Some are talking 'bout their feelings And the stocks that they are dealing So they cry, don't wanna say bye I am coming back from Mars Where they drive in fancy cars And the King, he is okay He is coming home today I am coming back from Mars Where there are no cheap cigars And Elvis has said That I could be just like they are Meet the stars, they're from Mars Baby, it's glamour Throwing bills up in the air Back off, I'm too hot Eat the oyster if you dare Saying hi to mister shoe shine Passes by a missus diva Stop and stare This is oh so just fantastic I will live my life in plastic Check the hair and see what I wear I am coming back from Mars Where they drive in fancy cars And the King, he is okay He is coming home today I am coming back from Mars Where there are no cheap cigars And Elvis has said That I could be just like they are Meet the stars, they're from Mars We are porno stars, sucking big cigars We are the pop stars, cannot play guitars I am coming back from Mars Where they drive in fancy cars And the King, he is okay He is coming home today I am coming back from Mars Where there are no cheap cigars And Elvis has said That I could be just like they are Meet the stars (we are porno stars, sucking big cigars) They're from Mars (we are the pop stars, cannot play guitars)