Verse 1] She’s hooked on the silver screen, a sailor fighting in the dance hall, oh man, look at those cavemen go, it’s the freakiest show. Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy, oh man, wonder if he’ll ever know he’s in the best-selling show. [Chorus] Is there life on Mars? It’s on the red dust plain, the girls with mice in their hair, and the mice are all in pain. Is there life on Mars? [Verse 2] Now the workers have struck for fame, ’cause Lennon’s on sale again, see the mice in their million hordes, from Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads. Rule Britannia is out of bounds to my mother, my dog, and clowns, but the film is a saddening bore, ’cause I wrote it ten times or more. [Chorus] Is there life on Mars? It’s on the red dust plain, the girls with mice in their hair, and the mice are all in pain. Is there life on Mars? [Verse 3] See the girl in the cheap tin hat, she’s walking on the moonlit pier, her daddy’s in the FBI, her mummy’s on the beer. The screen flickers, the colours bleed, a thousand years in one heartbeat, and the church bell rings for tea, but the tea’s just a memory. [Chorus] Is there life on Mars? It’s on the red dust plain, the girls with mice in their hair, and the mice are all in pain. Is there life on Mars? [Verse 4] Now the circus has left the town, the clowns are packing their tears away, the sailor’s gone back to the sea, and the lawman’s learned how to pray. But the film keeps rolling on, a loop of yesterday’s song, and the red dust waits for no one, just the echo of everyone. [Chorus – final, fading] Is there life on Mars? It’s on the red dust plain… (the girls with mice in their hair…) Is there life on Mars?
