Hey [bad word] with me, to a world of billionaires
See me, I'm da 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 [bad word] back from Mars, where they drive in fancy cars
And the King he is okay, he [bad word] home today
I [bad word] 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 oysters 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 [bad word] back from Mars, where they drive in fancy cars
And the King he is okay, he [bad word] home today
I [bad word] 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, we cannot play giutars

I [bad word] back from Mars, where they drive in fancy cars
And the King he is okay, he [bad word] home today
I [bad word] back from Mars, where there are no cheap cigars
And Elvis has said, that I could be just like they are