Lyrics:

Space invaders flying home

Yeah, they're going to hit the sack

And they are prob'ly going to die getting high

Cause they're mixing crazy ... with the crack

And she's kissing all the boys

She's to clever to be slack

But she's bound to go away for a day

In July, so she won't be coming back



Baby, baby, baby

The good old days to tax

Baby, baby, baby

Won't you dry your pretty eyes

Baby, baby, baby

Your good old days to tax

Come on!



.... (missing verse)



And she's kissing all the boys

She's to clever to be slack

But she's bound to go away for a day

In July, so she won't be coming back



Baby, baby, baby

The good old days to tax

Baby, baby, baby

Won't you dry your pretty eyes

Baby, baby, baby

Your good old days to tax

Come on!