We are Evil Galactic Overlords, from outer space. With plans of destruction, to enslave the human race. We were looking for your leader, with our helmets all aglow. Then we saw the Friday lights and a marching band halftime show. We said halt! We said freeze! We said Earthlings on your knees! Then the drumline started playing, and we changed our strategy. Take us to your cheerleader. Take us to your game. We came here to conquer Earth, then forgot why we came. Take us to your cheerleader. Raise our spirits high. We might blast the moon to pieces. Or watch those pom-poms fly. From the stands. From the sky. We observe, with glowing eyes. We are watching you. We examined your traditions. With our interstellar eyes. Why do humans paint their faces, when screaming at those guys. There were helmets. There were whistles. There were nachos on a tray. Then a mascot tried to hug us, so we vaporized him away. We said stop! We said yield! We said your doom is sealed! Then somebody shouted touchdown. And we danced across the field. Take us to your cheerleader. Take us to your game. We came here to conquer Earth, then forgot why we came. Take us to your cheerleader. Raise our spirits high. We might blast the moon to pieces. Or watch those pom-poms fly. Our captain said invasion. Our robot said attack. Our new recruit destroyed the parking lot and now we can’t go back. We studied all your customs. We wrote them on a chart. Number one is human screaming. Number two is stealing hearts. Do we conquer? Do we cheer? Maybe you have nothing to fear.. Do we zap them? Do we stay? Can we join the band and play? Take us to your cheerleader. Take us to your game. We came here to conquer Earth, then forgot why we came. Take us to your cheerleader. Raise those pom-poms high. We might spare the human race, if the home team wins tonight. Take us to your cheerleader. Take us to your game. We come in peace. Mostly...
