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!