Tic Tac (Turning On A Dime)

[Verse 1] Cruising near the Nimitz, November '04 Off San Diego's coast, just looking for a store Got the warp drive humming on a mid-day run Minding my own business, soaking up your sun Then a couple strike fighters from the Navy Fleet Decide to buzz my spaceship while I'm trying to eat [Pre-Chorus] I don't want no trouble, I just want my snack Why you locking FLIR sensors on my white Tic Tac? Turn off the radar, give me some space, Back off the bumper, it's my lunch break! [Chorus] Tic Tac, turning on a dime! Bad human pilots wasting all my time! Dropped eighty thousand feet just to get away, I’m on a lunch break, it's not target practice day! Squawking zero-zero-zero, vanishing off your screen, Coldest thermal target that you’ve ever seen! [Verse 2] Two Super Hornets trying to match my flight vector, Can't a simple guy just scan the ocean sector? No wings, no tail, no jet exhaust plume, You’re pulling heavy G's, filling air with fumes! I break hard left while you strain your brain— Go back to Top Gun, you need to retrain! [Pre-Chorus] I don't want no trouble, I just want my snack Why you locking FLIR sensors on my white Tic Tac? Turn off the radar, give me some space, Back off the bumper, it's my lunch break! [Chorus] Tic Tac, turning on a dime! Bad human pilots wasting all my time! Dropped eighty thousand feet just to get away, I’m on my lunch break, it's not target practice day! Squawking zero-zero-zero, vanishing off your screen, Coldest thermal target that you’ve ever seen! [Bridge] (Funk bass solo, synth zap FX) Look at Commander David, sweating in his visor Circling at twenty-thousand, thinking he's wiser I vanish off his "HUD", hit the CAP point fast Before he even turns around, I'm already past It’s not a secret drone, it’s not an invasion Just a minty smooth commuter on an intergalactic vacation! [Verse 3] I gotta warp to orbit before traffic gets dense Your Pentagon hearings make zero logical sense Release the thermal footage, put it on the news Call me a "U A P" to hide you are confused. [Pre-Chorus] I don't want no trouble, I just want my snack Why you locking FLIR sensors on my white Tic Tac? Turn off the radar, give me some space, Back off the bumper, it's my lunch break! [Chorus] Tic Tac, turning on a dime! Bad human pilots wasting all my time! Dropped eighty thousand feet just to get away, I’m on my lunch break, it's not target practice day! Squawking zero-zero-zero, vanishing off your screen, Coldest thermal target that you’ve ever seen! [Outro] Engaging sub-space drive... Tic Tac out! (Groovy disco synth fades into hyper-drive sound effect)