Oxygen

In the starship whopper box, I'm gonna crashland.

Wishin' I was home in the space van.

The sky is green and the ground is chrome.

I'd like to take my suit off but it's too f**kin' cold.

So, I go into town to grab a beer-

Didn't know humans we're so weird.

They started talkin' shit and ran me out of Dodge,

Back to the ship in the f**kin' space pod.

I need oxygen or I'm-a be dead.

If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead.

Cold chillin' on a different terrain.

I don't even know my own name.

Is it Ronny, Bobby, Ricky, or LeFrost?

I don't know because I'm lost.

I'm seein' red. It's gettin to my head.

If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead.

I need oxygen or I'm-a be dead.

If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead.

I'm flyin' the motherf**kin' UFO,

Restin' my feet on the cruise control.

Comin' straight towards Earth and it's all too slow

'Cause me and my robot don't wanna go.

Gettin' hard to breathe so I flipped the switch,

But the oxygen's out- ain't that a bitch!

Crashlandin', in the canyon.

Cursin' up a storm, straight sheer ba-bam-bam.

I need oxygen or I'm-a be dead.

If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead.

I landed on this planet, full of ugly creatures:

Furry ape-men with bumby features.

All these angry humans pollutin' the air,

Destroyin' their home without a care.

Primitive communication, primitive transportation