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Yes I Am An Alien Lyrics

Artist: MC Lars Horris
Album: Radio Pet Fencing

Bam! Iâ‚¬â„¢ll explode, just like I were a bomb
flying over Vietnam high with my Uncle Tom.
Or sitting in a cabin having a sip of tea,
while a parrot sings a song in the minor key of C,
to inspire me, so we will see,
this neurotic harmony that develops sonically.
Iâ‚¬â„¢ll be writing my plan out with a needle,
Iâ‚¬â„¢ll make you twist and shout and think I was Beatle.
Like Lennon or Stalin in a car that wonâ‚¬â„¢t start,
if your Volvo is stallinâ‚¬â„¢ then you need to learn the art
of mechanics. Donâ‚¬â„¢t panic, even though Iâ‚¬â„¢m galvanic!
Iâ‚¬â„¢m the only non-Hispanic on the Mexican Titanic.
My loops go round and round, just like a carousel,
coming out my BR-8, like I was William Tell.
If you havenâ‚¬â„¢t heard my name, I hope it rings a bell,
because Iâ‚¬â„¢m the only guy
who knows what happened at Roswell.

CHORUS
Yes Iâ‚¬â„¢m an alien, I come from outer space.
Yes Iâ‚¬â„¢m an alien, Iâ‚¬â„¢m going to rock this place.

Some people say Iâ‚¬â„¢m not funny, I say okay,
I canâ‚¬â„¢t sell records here, Iâ‚¬â„¢m huge in the UK.
British people tell me to keep rocking on,
you might have heard me down in London
rocking heads with this song.
I was sad when I found out about Santa Claus,
so I made like Tim Allen and broke some local laws.
I moved way up north and grew a beard,
now relatives and friends think Iâ‚¬â„¢m kind of weird.
But did you think I was heretic when I danced in that church
like an unemployed crustacean chewing on a birch?
Iâ‚¬â„¢m addicted to shark meat and books by Mark Twain
and eating Novocain shipped from the Ukraine.
My nameâ‚¬â„¢s not Matthew, but thanks for asking!
I live in California, because Iâ‚¬â„¢m not Alaskan.
But thatâ‚¬â„¢s okay, what can I say?
My real home is actually light years away.

REPEAT CHORUS

You want poetry? Go read Robert Frost,
the simile in hip-hop is essentially lost,
like a tearful pallbearer carrying a body,
or a giant pink Care Bare acting snotty.
Where can it go? I just donâ‚¬â„¢t know,
but check out this funky alphabet flow:
itâ‚¬â„¢s like A-B-C-D-E-F-G-
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P, and ICP on LSD
or ABC or MTV or the new PC
you got for free from
Circuit City in Albuquerque.
I be the VIP MC on this CD,
the nameâ‚¬â„¢s MC Lars Horris, as you can see.
So where do I start, and where do I begin?
Yo, itâ‚¬â„¢s tough to be a funky fresh alien.

REPEAT CHORUS

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