Lyrics

I first met UFO-mie wearing a space suit The first words: "another universe awaits you" So call me Elliot, I'm chilling with the alien Gillian Anderson-type ladies out to waste you Gotta lose the suit for a hooded sweatshirt, so we trade it in Recycle shop 10 yen, furugi san-zen yen Green skin, green backs We makin' stacks that we gonna send back to K-Pax UFO-mie peko-peko so we get snacks And relax at the crib bumping interstellar tracks Rhythm is a universal interdimensional method Of communication, when you dance, you body-snatch But I can't identify the rhythmical components My UFO-mie layin' on me, backspinning with the replay Like a monkey with a monolith, it dawns on me: Damn, my little green homie is a DJ DJ My little green homie is a DJ DJ My little green homie is a - Suddenly I notice a glow from the tip of my tip-taps, tip toes starting to grow UFO-mie green skin, so I got the green leg Kapital indigo number four Now they Orion attack ships My lips wet, my sweat drips My shirt rips, my chest slips We on the guest list I'm a lightbulb Color of the champagne bottle we been sippin' UFO-mie and the women going bonkers Baddies in the Saint Laurent fur like Conker's Never seen nobody doing this back in Yonkers We got the bass, so we donkers UFO-mie second tongue, so I don't use long words Simplicity, intensity Tearing 'em up, Bruce Willis in Sin City Finesse the mix, transition with the de-lay Damn (x2) My little green homie is a DJ DJ My little green homie is a DJ DJ My little green homie is a DJ DJ My little green homie is a DJ DJ My little green homie is a – Little green homeboys and homegirls Little green non-binary systems coming from another world Battlestation dance floor with the lasers Bass so thick, when it hit leave a crater Sea of Tranquility's a sea of warm bodies And a little green DJ hit 'em with the fibonacci rhythm I'm a tomodachi with 'em The beat drives and I thrive My little green homie is a DJ