I've got a feelin' you'll be singin' the blues
When you wake up Monday mornin' and you're readin' the news
Now I've got these shivers runnin' all down my spine
You know the end of the world, it is U.F.O time
Those humanoids are crazy

Fleet after fleet of these ships from a galaxy
Where life is a penalty and mutants a policy
Robots got lasers and they're all in disguise
You know their plan is no surprise, it is a plan that I despise
Their mandatory mission is to trigger our demise

Oh no!
Look to the sky!
Another U.F.O.!
We're gonna die!
Die! Die! Die!

I've got a feelin' you'll be singin' the blues
When you wake up Monday mornin' and you're readin' the news
Now I've got these shivers runnin' all down my spine
You know the end of the world, it is U.F.O. time
Those robots are crazy

We gonna die!
Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!
We gonna die!