Houston, we have a... party. (Uh!) (Check it!) Different skin. Different spin. Green scales, metallic tails, looking like a freak. Walk into the club, seven days a week. Two eyes, three eyes, no eyes? Same beat. Welcome to Earth, mate. Wipe your feet. (Yeah, nice tentacles, darling!) Who's the alien? (You!) Who's the alien? (Me!) Who's the alien? (You!) Let the weirdos run free! (Go! Go! Go! Go!) (Yeah!) Love the alien! (Uh, scratch that, reverse it!) Love the alien! Different skin! (What?) Love exactly who you are! Different spin! (Come on!) Love exactly who you are! Silver suits, heavy boots, stomping on the floor. Spaceship in the car park, asking for some more. Don't matter where you're from, Mars or the street. We all get down to the exact same beat. (Get down!) [Pre-Chorus Build-up: High-energy turntable scratches, escalating tension, heavy snare rolls, laser bleeps] Who's the alien? (You!) Who's the alien? (Me!) Who's the alien? (You!) Let the weirdos run free! (Four, three, two, one!) (Woo!) Love the alien! (Bring the bass back!) Love the alien! (Bzzzt... incoming transmission) We're all outsiders. We're all strange. Don't touch the dial. Don't ever change. (Right here, right now!) Different skin! (What?) Love exactly who you are! Different spin! (Come on!) Love exactly who you are! Love the alien. (Fade it out, fade it out) Signing off. (Vinyl scratch, click)
