There hes sitting in his cockpit Out on guard, ten thousand miles from home Lookin through his little window Earth appears as gods blue magic dome
Just a little bit disturbing Are those coloured spaceships Closing in
Star invasion From behind the sun Destination Straight into his face
Seven years they taugh and told him What to do and how to act right now He would have to push a button In his panic he just dont know how Seems like theres no red alert no more And so that squirrel wasnt there before
Star invasion From behind the sun Complication Say what can be done?
Near to a thousand-eight squirrels beam aboard and say hello Puke and shit his control board, dematerialize and steer their ships Away from earth
Star invasion Praise the lord theyre gone Mere pollution Cleaning ups no fun Star invasion First touch with a different kind Ausser spesen nix gewesen iiii