In the starship whopper box, I'm gonna crashland
Wishin' I was home in the space van
The sky is green and the ground is chrome
I'd like to take my suit off but it's too fuckin' cold
So, I go into town to grab a beer-
Didn't know humans we're so weird
They started talkin' shit and ran me out of Dodge,
Back to the ship in the fuckin' space pod

I need oxygen or I'm-a be dead
If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead

Cold chillin' on a different terrain
I don't even know my own name
Is it Ronny, Bobby, Ricky, or LeFrost?
I don't know because I'm lost
I'm seein' red It's gettin to my head
If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead

I need oxygen or I'm-a be dead
If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead

I'm flyin' the motherfuckin' UFO,
Restin' my feet on the cruise control
Comin' straight towards Earth and it's all too slow
'Cause me and my robot don't wanna go
Gettin' hard to breathe so I flipped the switch,
But the oxygen's out- ain't that a bitch!
Crashlandin', in the canyon
Cursin' up a storm, straight sheer ba-bam-bam

I need oxygen or I'm-a be dead
If I don't get oxygen, I'm gonna be dead

I landed on this planet, full of ugly creatures:
Furry ape-men with bumby features
All these angry humans pollutin' the air,
Destroyin' their home without a care
Primitive communication, primitive transportation