A fleet of spaceships heads this way, They’re zooming in form outer space

They’re fifty zillions miles away To conquer us, the human race.
But getting closer every day – We’ll soon be standing face to face –
The aliens are coming! The aliens are coming!
 The admiral’s fearsome sight – The first mate looks hike wobbly jelly,
A simple creature, not too bright: He’s sort of gaseous and he’s smelly:
All he want to do is FIGHT! He has an eyeball on his belly!
The aliens are coming! The aliens are coming!