them Martians saw us comin an pulled down the shades.
so good is why nobody believes they exist.
folks aint done a whole lotta good.
their siditty smirks in so tight they couldn't help but pop out
in their eyes when I tried to explain why I'm so sure bout them
if I could show them a real Martian, then they'd believe me.
went head on an laughted outright.
Them I figure
if a Martian should walk up to any one of them an blow up their
noses, they'd still manage to find ways to doubt.
do got a point.
bout me catchin a Martian an all.
it'd take somebody like me, what knows from my tip tops to my toes
that them Martians is there just tucked away real good, to prove
to the rest that them Martians is real.
an freed myself up.
my load and hit the road.
home they shake their heads.
I done finally bottomed out.
But I know
I done cloaked
myself in rags and bide my time heaped in with this here blue world's
better disguise, nowhere.
people here they work hard at not seeing me and the others.
to just wait til they finally begin to check out their next door
neighbor sho nuff.
them Martians is a-peekin out and got their full attention on what
all their uninvited vistors're doing, that's when I'll slip into
one of their hidey spots, grab hold to a Martian or two, an slide
on out real quick like.
maybe then, I can go home.