Space invaders flying home 

Yeah, they're going to hit the sack 

And they are prob'ly going to die getting high 

Cause they're mixing crazy ... with the crack 

And she's kissing all the boys 

She's to clever to be slack 

But she's bound to go away for a day 

In July, so she won't be coming back 



Baby, baby, baby 

The good old days to tax 

Baby, baby, baby 

Won't you dry your pretty eyes 

Baby, baby, baby 

Your good old days to tax 

Come on! 



.... (missing verse) 



And she's kissing all the boys 

She's to clever to be slack 

But she's bound to go away for a day 

In July, so she won't be coming back 



Baby, baby, baby 

The good old days to tax 

Baby, baby, baby 

Won't you dry your pretty eyes 

Baby, baby, baby 

Your good old days to tax 

Come on!