Wal-Martians Words and music by David S. Thomas http://www.youtube.com/user/MrWalmartian LYRICS I went down to the Wal-Mart. It was getting pretty late All I needed was some nacho chips, a camera, and some bait When I walked in through them slidin doors All that I could see Was these strange lookin critters And they was starin back at me You know the ones Iâm talkinâ about, Those folks that dress so weird Like that guy there in the pink hot pants, the tattoos and the beard And that skinny chick beside him Lord, sheâs givin me the chills In her leather bondage boustier And her four inch âhurt meâ heels Wal-Martians Beats all Iâve ever seen Wal-Martians Every night is Halloween Wal-Martians Nothinâ could be clearer Iâll bet they never looked into a mirror Thereâs a guy there over in lingerie He looks like a plumber in a thong His pants are hanginâ way too low And that under wearâs just wrong And thereâs a lady wearinâ fishnet stockings And a leatheret mini skirt Four hundred pounds or lovinâ With âIâm Sexyâ on her shirt If I was the fashion police Iâd be busy writinâ tickets To that lady in the halter top She looks like a busted can of biscuits And Iâd really like to tell her But itâd probâly start a fight That spandex is a privilege not a right BRIDGE But itâs really not my place to accuse âCause Iâm wearinâ my pink bunny slippers And my NASCAR jammies too! I guess itâs time I took my stuff Get checked out and go But Iâll come back tomorrow though For the late night fashion show But as I was walkinâ out This guy was walkinâ in And I could tell by what he was wearinâ That he was gonna fit right in Wal-Martians - Theyâre everywhere you look Wal-Martians - Some one should write a book Wal-Martians - Nothinâ could be clearer Iâll bet they never look into a mirror Yeah, thereâs a Wal-Martin in my mirror