Whooo! Don't pop your carrottop. We're still waiting for the martian dance invasion across the nation. It's a clean sweep. Baby yah. Groovin' to a new thing. It's like a bullfight. And call all the kids. Get down at midnight. And let the moonlight. It's a mean sight. Baby Yah! Don't pop your carrottop. We're still waiting for the Martian Dance invasion across the nation. It's a clean sweep. Baby yah. You should blast off. Please Mr. Brainiac, don't pop your top off. You kids could know. Don't tell the grownups. Take the secret vow. I swear my lips are sewn up. Don't pop your carrottop. We're still waiting for the Martian Dance invasion across the nation. It's a clean sweep. Baby yah. You should blast off. Please Mr. Brainiac, don't pop your top off. You kids could know. Don't tell the grownups. Take the secret vow. I swear my lips are sewn up. Yah!