U.F.O.

1st Verse:

U.F.O.
I.C.U.
Where do you come from?
What do you do?
Are you weather balloons
like experts say
or from Venus or Neptune
or farther away.

Chorus:

Are you travellers in time and space
from some distant and exotic place,
representing an alien race.
If you are, why don’t you show your face?

Or perhaps you’re just a fantasy.
Maybe we see what we want to see.
Even so, it would be fun to see
a U.F.O infront of me.

2nd Verse:

U.F.O.
Y.O.Y.
With your bright flashing lights,
do you fly through our skies?
Are you little green men
dressed in metallic suits?
Do you come to make friends
or with ray guns to shoot.

Chorus:

Are you travellers in time and space
from some distant and exotic place,
representing an alien race.
If you are, why don’t you show your face?

Or perhaps you’re just a fantasy.
Maybe we see what we want to see.
Even so, it would be fun to see
a U.F.O infront of me.

Bridge:

It’s hard not to be sceptical
about floating elliptical
objects in the sky.
But I’m prepared to eat my words
if close encounters of the third
kind kindly drop by.