[Verse] Well, we're bored out on Zeta Prime, Been drifting through the stars for time. The captain said, "I've got a plan, Let's go observe the human clan." We fueled the saucer, checked the maps, Packed some snacks and gravity traps. The navigator grinned with mirth, "Set a course for Sector Earth!" [Chorus] Saturday night in Sector Earth, Nothing in the galaxy's worth A joyride through those blue-green skies And watching humans improvise. They point and stare, they run and hide, They tell their friends, they're called a liar. Saturday night in Sector Earth, Best vacation in the universe. [Verse] We skimmed above a desert road, Our anti-gravity engines glowed. A farmer spotted us and waved, We wrote his name and data saved. One human yelled, "They're finally here!" Another spilled his root beer. One tried to take a photograph, The crew and I just had to laugh. [Chorus] Saturday night in Sector Earth, Nothing in the galaxy's worth A joyride through those blue-green skies And watching humans improvise. They point and stare, they run and hide, They tell their friends, they're called a liar. Saturday night in Sector Earth, Best vacation in the universe. [Bridge] We don't understand their traffic jams, Or why they argue on holograms. Or why they spend so much of life Debating pineapple on a slice. But every world has something strange, And honestly, that's part of the range. The universe would be quite dull If everyone were sensible. [Verse] We picked up one bewildered guy To show him Saturn passing by. He said, "My friends will never believe this." We said, "That's generally how this works." Then dropped him off before sunrise With stardust floating in his eyes. He'll tell the story all his days, And nobody will know what to say. [Final Chorus] Saturday night in Sector Earth, Nothing in the galaxy's worth A joyride through those blue-green skies And watching humans improvise. They write their books and make their claims, And give us all such funny names. Saturday night in Sector Earth, Best vacation in the universe. [Outro] Back to Zeta Prime we glide, With souvenirs from our little ride. A blurry photo, a cowboy hat, And questions we'll never answer back. Maybe next year... We'll come right back.
