Ah, okay! 
The hills are alive 
And it's pretty frightening 
The sun goes down 
The moon comes out 
The people gather 'round and we all begin to shout 
Ech... Mud! 
You better not cry 
You better not shout 
You better not pout 
I'm telling you why 
Santa Claus is dead 
I was sitting on a hill 
And I was looking at the sky 
And that?s when a strange 
Looking object caught my eye 
I tried to run away 
Burt I couldn't even stand 
And the great big flying suacer 
Came in to land 
then the cabin opened up 
And a handsome man got out 
And he was so good looking that I 
Wanted to shout 
He was smiling right at me 
I was falling for his charms 
And only one thing bothered me 
He had eleven arms 
Then he started in to talk 
The stranger from the stars 
He said my name is Marty 
And I come from Mars 
So I listened while he told 
The story of his life 
He said he'd come here 
Straight from Mars 
To find a wife 
I said Marty tell me this 
I said Marty tell me true 
How come you got eleven arms 
When I got only two 
but the martian gave a wink 
And he told me with a shrug 
We need them all to hug and hug 

It sounded good to me 
So I said I'd be his wife 
And fly around with him 
For the rest of my life 
He walked back up the hill 
We both were feeling grand 
yes, we both back to his flying saucer 
Hand in hand in hand in hand in hand... 
In haaaaaaaaaand!