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First day as the Sheriff 
    and he's feeling real good.
Wants to make a difference 
    like any rookie should.
Working in a town 
    where boredom grows like grass.
He pulls into McWilleys 
    looking for some gas.
Attendant checks the oil 
    while he looks at open space.
The radio starts a blaring... 
    to head for Miller's place.

The Sheriff soon arrives 
    and Widow Miller's looking strained.
It seems some men from outer space 
    are playing in her grain.
She says, 'When I left the house 
    I thought I heard a noise.
I was quite concerned and thought 
    I'd find those pesky Parker boys.
But I found concentric circles 
    so I sent the Mayor a tweet.
Then I heard a Martian say, 'Sorry Ma'am... 
    for packing down your wheat.'

        New to the job, you're in for a ride.
        Fake it till you make it and let your worries slide.
        If it's soon discovered you haven't any skill.
        Then get your prettiest girl and run for the hills.

The Widow's in a panic 
    but the Sheriff will not yield.
Refusing to tell the Mayor 
    there are Aliens in the field.
When along comes a truck, 
    just adding to the fear.
The rancher yells, 'Them Aliens... 
    is carving up my steers!'
Unsure of what to do, 
    the Sheriff takes their names.
For trying to trick a rookie 
    and playing silly games.

The Sheriff's on the road 
    trying to finish up his day.
When cresting Pepper Hill, 
    there's a spaceship in his way.
He's going through his options 
    and thinks of turning back.
When a Martian taps his window... 
    and his world goes black.
He wakes up in a haze
     and hears a Martian blurt.
'You'd better pucker up boy, 
    this is gonna' hurt.'

        New to the job, you're in for a ride.
        Fake it till you make it and let your worries slide.
        If it's soon discovered you haven't any skill.
        Then get your prettiest girl and run for the hills.

Then get your prettiest girl... and run for the hills.
Then get your prettiest girl... and run for the hills.

                               The End


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