From Another Planet Songtext
von Terri Hendrix
From Another Planet Songtext
Janet from another planet
Says Johnny can
Make a big comeback from Johnny land
When the rabbit ears work on the TV set
They settle for the only channel they can get
Rosanne from another land says Dans fridge
Has photos of his folks and his two kids
She gave him a glossy 5 X 7
He stuck a magnet on her face and put her photo on the oven
This whole world is round like a ball
You either roll with it or don′t roll at all
90 miles an hour just to get home
I go 90 miles an hour
Just to sleep alone
June from the moon was FFA
She put on her blue coat every day
Shed take it off for a roll in the hay Now she's OA and single at the PTA
Bobby-Joe from San Angelo
Owns a chicken fry diner in the Stop-n-Go
Its the last stop on this galaxy
And the only thing the truckers want is the coffee free
From another planet from another planet
We want a taste of what aint ready yet
Under the lid steaming in a pot
It will burn your tongue when it′s young and hot
From another planet off Sycamore Street
We drink wine in paper cups and stare at our feet
Weve been the flat
Weve been the spare
And the fifth wheel on a ride we call solitaire
I sleep alone because my heart has turned to granite
I sleep alone because Im from another planet
Says Johnny can
Make a big comeback from Johnny land
When the rabbit ears work on the TV set
They settle for the only channel they can get
Rosanne from another land says Dans fridge
Has photos of his folks and his two kids
She gave him a glossy 5 X 7
He stuck a magnet on her face and put her photo on the oven
This whole world is round like a ball
You either roll with it or don′t roll at all
90 miles an hour just to get home
I go 90 miles an hour
Just to sleep alone
June from the moon was FFA
She put on her blue coat every day
Shed take it off for a roll in the hay Now she's OA and single at the PTA
Bobby-Joe from San Angelo
Owns a chicken fry diner in the Stop-n-Go
Its the last stop on this galaxy
And the only thing the truckers want is the coffee free
From another planet from another planet
We want a taste of what aint ready yet
Under the lid steaming in a pot
It will burn your tongue when it′s young and hot
From another planet off Sycamore Street
We drink wine in paper cups and stare at our feet
Weve been the flat
Weve been the spare
And the fifth wheel on a ride we call solitaire
I sleep alone because my heart has turned to granite
I sleep alone because Im from another planet
Writer(s): Lloyd Wayne Maines, Terri Hendrix Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com