Lyrics

A little (oh)
A lot (uh)
A little (oh)
A lot (ah)

Someone is stirring a pot of words
A whole collection of curses
Like an old wizard's tale
In the days of yore and gale

These words are interestingly, weird
Trust me they don't do it on purpose
they just show up and tickle your ears
If you waxed them enough to let the waves in

Someone is aiming at the middle of your forehead
With an extraorbital laser
A little (oh) or a lot (ah)
It doesn't make sense nor it ever won't

Extra
Terrestrial
Lasers aimed at your forehead
Red crimson
Reptilian
They shoot and you're the next
They shoot and you're the next
They shoot and you're the next (oh)
A little (oh) or a lot (ah)
A little (oh) or a lot (ah)
A little (oh) or a lot (ah)
A little (oh) or a lot (ah)
A little (oh) or a lot (ah)
A little (oh) or a lot (ah)

Someone is aiming at the middle of your forehead
With an extraorbital laser
A little or a lot
It doesn't make sense nor it ever won't

Extra
Terrestrial
Lasers aimed at your forehead
Red crimson
reptilian
They shoot and you're the next