Kitty Malone sat on a mule,was riding in style      When suddenly, like the sound of a buzzard's breaking      Kity felt laser beams being fired at her head      She said, "I hate laser beams      And you never done see me askin'      For a UFO in Tomahawk County"         Well she kicked the mule and it walked the path      And the aliens fired from behind      Till she stopped the mule and she kicked the rump      And the big old mule took a big old dump         Scent of a mule, you better watch out where you go      Take your laser beams away      Scent of a mule, you better watch out where you go      You better stop that laser game      Or you'll smell my mule         She felt the fire against her neck and it saddened her to feel it burn      When suddenly, like the sound of a breeding Holstein      Kitty said, "Stop, we ain't lookin' for fightin'      In Tomahawk County."         A little guy from the UFO      Came on out and said his name was Joe      She said, "Come on over for some lemonade      Just follow me now with the whole brigade"         repeat chorus         They walked into her cabin shack, they had never seen a southern home      And they liked it, better than their UFO      They liked it, they really liked it      They said, "Here's a place of elegance      Here we shower ourselves in lightness"         repeat chorus