(Mission Control)
RAPTORS this is Mission Control, can you read us?
Where are you?
RAPTORS
RAPTORS where are you?
RAPTORS
RAPTORS, where are you?
Please respond, RAPTORS
(Greasy C)
You can find RAPTORS wherever the lunar ladies be
Because celestial s** is best in low gravity
No need for birth control
'cuz we're coming in your black hole
I walked on the sun
Just to prove it could be done
I'm the dictator of Uran*s
And you're the ignoramus
Too blind to see
I'm the astral Fidel Castro
I'm young and insane
And have nothing to gain
No-thing to lose
But everything to maintain
[Hook] (Greasy C)
It's space hop
Space Hop
That synth that melts your face off
Space hop
Space hop
That low-grav funky ba** hop
(Gorgeous Steve)
While haters are huffin' fumes
RAPTORS are smokin' moon rocks
Raging on top of Neptune
With Bullets on the boom box
Luring Martian b**hes
Aboard the mothership
Interspecies coitus
They won't recall a blip
This sh** is confidential
Roswell was a joke
When humans see our dicks
They call 'em UFOs
Pounding Reese's Pieces
ET's boning hoes
Ultraviolent radiation
Growing extra toes
Dinosaurs extinct?
These RAPTORS beg to differ
Welcome to your bris
RAPTORS got the clippers
[Hook] (Gorgeous Steve)
[Outro]
Incomprehensible space chatter