Do Ya Feel Lucky, Punk

[the spirit of this was written after hearing KISS', "I was made for loving you"] I keep hearing that aliens Have thought-interfacing technology And if I put forth the intention This beacon will bring them to me I'll also make the assumption Societies universally have the same roots As hyper-sexualized as James Bond Females in shinny, skin-tight suits Dispatching to my location Nine planets, starting with Mercury Coming in at hyper warp Straight to planet number three To the North-American continent Just north of the Pan Handle Then left of the Appalachians An Earth stud waiting to dazzle Wearing the Clint Eastwood getup That I wore last Halloween The Good, the Bad, the Ugly Making my female coworkers crazy I'm now projecting this image My head cocked, cigar blazing Eyes locked on this seduction Not even a hint that I'm playing Perhaps a hotty with green skin Or maybe as blue as Avatar What female could resist Clint Eastwood and his cigar? I was made for loving you You were made for loving me I can't get enough of you Can you get enough of me? My eyes are penetrating her As I'm moving into her space She's about to get an Earth education From a very primitive race Now both of us are poised Like animals preparing to avail But there is one thought in my head God, I hope she's female [I'm in a record state of sillyness tonight. oh boy yoi yoiiiiiii]