Lyrics
Lonesome outerspace invader blasting through the night
Lonesome outerspace invader is traversing the night sky
Tuning in the soul music on the satellite
Listening to soulful music transmitted via satellite
All that low-down funky rhythm makes him jump and shout
The infectious, gritty rhythm makes him excited and vocal
Just got to find that ghetto planet that everyone's talkin' about
He's determined to locate the talked-about ghetto planet
Tuning in the local scene on the radio
Scanning the local happenings through radio channels
The D.J. on the radar screen is telling him where to go
The DJ directs him to his destination
The funky fever's getting louder, sounds just like a soul encounter
The pulsating rhythm intensifies, resembling a soulful encounter
Cruisin' for some bar-be-que right up Central Avenue
Heading for a barbecue joint along Central Avenue
And he's got a little dance he wants to do
He's eager to perform a particular dance
He pulls up to a big night club in his UFO
Arrives at a large nightclub in his UFO
Gets right in with all the folks out on the big dance floor
Blends in with the crowd on the dance floor
It really stops the action, everybody's mystified
His presence captivates everyone's attention
To see that little step he's got as he goes glidin' by
His unique dance style intrigues observers
Now, he ain't doin' the Gigolo 'cause he ain't got no hips
He can't perform certain dances due to his form
Looks like the Funky Chicken man, 'cept he ain't got no hips
Resembles the Funky Chicken dance without certain body features
Those shiny metal threads he's wearin' really got some class
His attire, made of shiny metal, exudes sophistication
I'd say he was doin' the Bomp, but I can't seem to find his ass
Referencing a dance but humorously noting the absence of certain body parts
Now, everybody fall in love
An encouragement for everyone to adore him
He's reet, he's neat, he can't be beat
Praising his uniqueness and perfection
You shake your shimmy like I shake mine
Encouraging others to dance as he does
He's hand held and he's jet propelled
Describing his mode of movement and propulsion
Shake it up from sun to sun
A call to dance throughout the day
He's fast and loose, he's full of juice
Characterizing him as lively and vibrant
Shake it like an atomic bomb
Comparing his moves to an explosive force
He's got the goose so what's the use
Despite his qualities, there's a sense of futile pursuit
That UFO has landed in the ghetto
Confirming the arrival of the UFO in the ghetto
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