Back From Mars

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)