Invaders, mutilators
Hamburglers from outer space
They're hungry, real hungry
Only one thing will suit their taste
Your cow, dissected by a laser
Planet Drive Thru, don't forget the taters
Here they come
They'll slice you, they'll dice you
They're gonna cut you clean
And in a million light years, man, you'll see just what I mean
Your cow, dissected by a laser
Planet Drive Thru, you're just another tater
Here they come
Yeah, to get you
Move ‘em on out
Drive ‘em on down
Head ‘em on in
Round ‘em on up