Hey you, come with me, to a world of billionaires

See me, I'm da bomb, drinking champagne down at Pierre's

All the people that I'm meeting, are so friendly and perceiving

When they smile

Some are talking 'bout their feelings, and the stocks that they are dealing

So they cry, don't wanna say bye

I am coming back from Mars, where they drive in fancy cars

And the King he is okay, he is coming home today

I am coming back from Mars, where there are no cheap cigars

And Elvis has said, that I could be just like they are

Meet the stars - they're from Mars

Baby, it's glamour, throwing bills up in the air

Back off, I'm too hot, eat the oysters if you dare

Saying hi to Mister Shoe Shine, passes by a Missus Diva

Stop and stare

This is oh so just fantastic, I will live my life in plastic

Check the hair, and see what I wear

I am coming back from Mars, where they drive in fancy cars

And the King he is okay, he is coming home today

I am coming back from Mars, where there are no cheap cigars

And Elvis has said, that I could be just like they are

Meet the stars - they're from Mars

We are porno stars, sucking big cigars

We are the pop stars, we cannot play guitars

I am coming back from Mars, where they drive in fancy cars

And the King he is okay, he is coming home today

I am coming back from Mars, where there are no cheap cigars

And Elvis has said, that I could be just like they are

Meet the stars - they're from Mars