Well I used to think this talk of spaceships
Was just so much hype
I really believed there was nothing out there
Ecept the stars and the stripes
I mean the scientists said they found out that
There was nothing there on Mars
So as far as I was concerned it was just
The name of a candy bar
I'm one of those kind of people
Who need proof before they believe
"Close Encounters" left me cold
And "Star Trek" seemed naive
When it came to UFO's
I was of the scientific school
Little green men with pointed heads
Were for little kids and fools
CHORUS
But I was wrong
I was wrong
I was real wrong
I was wrong
All along
I was so wrong
The people who believed that stuff
Were always kind of odd
I mean you might as well go all the way
And believe in Jesus and God
I knew I had the kind of mind
That wasn't easily satisfied
And besides I had enough problems on earth
To keep me occupied
And then one night I was standing
Looking at the stars
And I heard something that sounded like
A hundred space guitars
The music was so weird it could have
Been the theme from "Jaws"
Then I saw something flying over my head
I thought it was Santa Clause
