Flying saucer fell Now the Green Man's got the Roswell Blues Green Man you don't look so well You're looking kinda creepy Don't you know he's a martian man With a ray gun in his hand Now I'm pile of ashes and pair of shoes Don't go mess with the Roswell Blues Sold my soul to the martian man Now I know of his evil plans No longer bound by money or fear When the sun dies I'll be waiting right here