

Hey! Ho! Here we go!
They came from Sector Nine with a silver ray
They didn't want our gold,
they just came to play
They hijacked all the signals on the late-night show
To teach the human race how to do the retro-glow
With their chrome antennas spinning round They're making such a funny sound
(beep boop!) And everybody's dancing in the street!
Oh, the cosmic comedy is on tonight
Tune your rabbit ears and hold on tight (hold on tight!) It's
a retro space-invader groove
Designed to make your Earthling body move!
Their captain is a brain in a plastic dome
He's calling on the payphone to dial home
He says the coffee's great but the traffic's bad
It's the best vacation that they ever had
They don't want to conquer,
they just want to jam Eating peanut butter and some potted ham
(yam-bam!) Oh,
the cosmic comedy is on tonight
Tune your rabbit ears and hold on tight (hold on tight!) It's
a retro space-invader groove
Designed to make your Earthling body move!
Yeah, we're moving, we're grooving In the late-night show (bye-bye!)