| Cool alien. Cool alien |
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| Walkin' down the street on his four feet |
| Lookin' for your leader |
| There's no one that he doesn't greet |
| He's talking to a parking meter |
| He came to Earth to fulfill |
| His extraterrestrial dreams |
| He wants to host a talk show |
| And wear button-fly blue jeans |
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| He's a cool alien. Cool alien |
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| He talks like a camel on steroids |
| But he sings like Diana Ross |
| He looks like a mutated iguana |
| And he dresses like The Boss |
| He's not here to hurt anyone |
| He just wants a position |
| And if NBC won't take his show |
| He could always be a politician |
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| 'Cause he's a cool alien. Cool alien |
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| You might think he's ugly |
| He's really Don Johnson reborn |
| He's the future's calendar stud-viking |
| Just give him a hat with horns |
| So if you see him strolling |
| Just give him a nod or a wave |
| If we're ever at war with Uranus |
| There's only one way to be saved |
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| And that's the cool alien. Cool alien. Cool alien |
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