U.F.O.

アーティスト	Jody Whitesides
作詞	Marc Cellucci, Jody Whitesides
作曲	NBGI

Hey there, people of earth.
Can you see what's in the sky?
It's not a bird, not a plane,
But I'm pretty sure it flies.

The mothership has come to town,
From a distant galaxy.
With a rhythm heard around the world,
It's come for you and me.

Not sure what they're here for
But they come in peace today.
It's an all new grind for all mankind
I think they're here to stay.

No ray guns or abductions,
Just a thick and thumping bass,
It's time to turn this planet into a
Cool and funky place.

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Unidentified Funky Object

You can't fight this feeling,
When the beat's hitting your mind.
You'll be losing all your will
As you're shaking your behind.

Sound waves, the kind you crave,
Takin you to planet Bliss.
A master plan you can't resist
When it grooves as hard as this.

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Go ahead and pinch yourself,
This ain't a dream.
Try to resist it
But you're locked in their tractor beam.

It's the end of the world as we know it,
And we're all feeling fine.
This right here is the final frontier
Of rhythm, soul and rhyme!

The moral of the story is
That aliens are alright.
Forget your tin foil hats,
And boogie through the night.

You've only got one life to lead,
'So get on the move.
Beam on up, we'll all get down,
To the intergalactic groove!

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