There he's sitting in his cockpit Out on guard, ten thousand miles from home Lookin' through his little window Earth appears as God's blue magic dome Just a little bit disturbing Are those coloured spaceships Closing in Star Invasion From behind the sun Destination Straight into his face Seven years they taugh and told him What to do and how to act right now He would have to push a button In his panic he just don't know how Seems like there's no red alert no more And so that squirrel wasn't there before Star invasion From behind the sun Complication Say what can be done? Near to a thousand-eight squirrels beam aboard and say hello Puke and shit his control board, dematerialize and steer their ships Away from earth Star invasion Praise the Lord they're gone Mere pollution Cleaning up's no fun Star invasion First touch with a different kind Ausser Spesen nix gewesen IIII