My baby’s in the backseat 
Reading a magazine 
I’m in the front seat 
Cooking up a dirty scheme 

I got my fake mustache 
on the floor 
She got her red wig 
on the dashboard 

And we go storming through the galaxy with pistols in our hands 
Stealing all your money and invest it when we can 
Been down for 15 days in another dimension 
Nice to meet you 
But we’re gone 
 [bad word]  
We fly we fly we fly 
Up into the sky 
Sci-fi bandits in disguise 

My baby’s at the window 
I’m on crowd control 
We exit in our sci-fi green pinto 
We stored a portal on the floor ya’ll 
If you get in it, it transports any mortal. 

And we go storming…