We went to mars on a space ship,
Me and my bestie on a road trip,
Our ship is small like an ant,
We said singing our alien chant,
Our ship had guns that shot out blue,
Our enemies didn't have a clue,
We knew it was all in our head
As we sat laughing on Jaz's bed,
We were building our own galactic empire,
While playing with our hot lighters fire,
Soon we were the aliens victims,
Witch mucked up our alien system,
Laughing so much that we were crying,
Realizing all we had said was nothing but lying,
So......something better than rum and coke,
Is definitely and certainly a little bit of smoke.
