| I look out my window at night | |
| I see the stars and I'm filled with fright | |
| I have a feeling someone's looking | |
| It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed | |
| It's more the ale that's inside my head | |
| I have a feeling something's cooking | |
| Science friction burns my fingers | |
| Electricity still lingers | |
| Hey, put away that ray | |
| How do you Martians say I love you | |
| I read my comics from front to back | |
| I'll be ready for any attack | |
| I got a feeling someone's looking | |
| It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed | |
| It's more the ale that's inside my head | |
| I have a feeling something's cooking | |
| Science friction burns my fingers | |
| Electricity still lingers | |
| Hey put away that ray | |
| How do you Martians say I love you | |
| Science friction burns my fingers | |
| Electricity still lingers | |
| Hey, put away that ray | |
| How do you Martians say I love you | |
| I read my comics from front to back | |
| I'll be ready for any attack | |
| I have a feeling someone's | |
| It ain't the aliens at the foot of my bed | |
| It's more the ale that's inside my head | |
| I've got a feeling something's | |
| Science friction burns my fingers | |
| Electricity still lingers | |
| Hey put away that ray | |
| How do you Martians say I love you |