Wesley Willis - Yes I Am An Alien lyrics

Bam! I'll explode, just like I were a bomb Flying over Vietnam high with my Uncle Tom Or sitting in a cabin having a sip of tea While a parrot sings a song in the minor key of C To inspire me, so we will see This neurotic harmony that develops sonically I'll be writing my plan out with a needle I'll make you twist and shout and think I was Beatle Like Lennon or Stalin in a car that won't start If your Volvo is stallin' then you need to learn the art Of mechanics. Don't panic, even though I'm galvanic! I'm the only non-Hispanic on the Mexican Titanic My loops go round and round, just like a carousel Coming out my BR-8, like I was William Tell If you haven't heard my name, I hope it rings a bell Because I'm the only guy who knows what happened at Roswell Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, I come from outer space Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, I'm going to rock this place Some people say I'm not funny, I say okay I can't sell records here, I'm huge in the UK British people tell me to keep rocking on You might have heard me down in London rocking heads with this song I was sad when I found out about Santa Claus So I made like Tim Allen and broke some local laws I moved way up north and grew a beard Now relatives and friends think I'm kind of weird But did you think I was heretic when I danced in that church Like an unemployed crustacean chewing on a birch? I'm addicted to shark meat and books by Mark Twain And eating Novocain shipped from the Ukraine My name's not Matthew, but thanks for asking! I live in California, because I'm not Alaskan But that's okay, what can I say? My real home is actually light years away Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, I come from outer space Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, I'm going to rock this place You want poetry? Go read Robert Frost The simile in hip-hop is essentially lost Like a tearful pallbearer carrying a body Or a giant pink Care Bare acting snotty Where can it go? I just don't know But check out this funky alphabet flow: It's like A-B-C-D-E-F-G H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P And ICP on LSD Or ABC or MTV Or the new PC you got for free From Circuit City in Albuquerque I be the VIP MC on this CD The name's MC Lars, as you can see So where do I start, and where do I begin? Yo, it's tough to be a funky fresh alien Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, I come from outer space Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, yes I'm an alien Yes I'm an alien, I'm going to rock this place I come from outer space I'm going to rock this place