The Martian Boogie

The other night I was
 Walking down the street
 I was getting kinda hungry
 I decided to get me something to eat
 Now I passed up all the chain
 Franchise joints on Hamburger row
 And stopped at a little greasy spoon place
 I always eat at called Eat, Sit and Gulp
 Get you one of the greasy hamburgers
 All peppered up, lay you up in the
 Hospital for about ten days
 So I ordered me up a
 Couple of those grease bombs
 Waitress brought 'em over
 Lifted up the bun, checked 'em out
 Damn, no ketchup
 So I nudged the guy sitting next to me
 At the counter, I said, hey, partner
 How about passing the ketchup over
 Suddenly, this little bitty green hand
 Holding a ketchup bottle came into view
 And I freaked cause the guy sitting
 Next to me was a Martian
 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
 Well, 'bout half hour later
 He looked over at me and smiled
 Them Martians ain't got
 But two teeth in their head
 And he said, how do you feel
 And I said, well, I feel so good
 Yeah, I do, gonna boogie
 Meanwhile, back at Eat's
 I was still thinking, I said
 How come out of all the places
 You could have landed
 You wound up here
 He said, well, according
 To my lunar space map
 This town here is supposed to be
 The boogie capital of the U.S.A
 So I asked him, I said
 Now, where else you been, boy
 And he told me
 He said, I've rocked 'em over
 And I've rocked 'em down
 Rocked 'em in the country
 I've rocked 'em in town
 Rock and roll been so good to me
 ? A lady and she asked my name
 Told her my name was on ten of my shirt
 Told her, rocking chair Martian
 Don't have to work
 Yeah, I feel so good
 Yeah, yeah, gonna boogie
 Martian boogie