If you ever take a trip to San Francisco   Don't stop to push the pretty babies off your lap   And if you're running out of pills to pop   Before the sonic boom gets out of whack      Take my hand and soon we'll be in San Francisco   Where almost every place you see is in pastel   Where you take another look at guys who pass you on the street but don't look back   Just like a new wave heart attack      If you ever need to crash in San Francisco   Don't be ashamed to walk right through a stranger's door   We've got sixteen kinds of plants but only seven days to smoke 'em so get gone   And don't forget to pass the barn   To your neighbor in the john    Here comes a disco queen from mars   They're sellin' replacement parts for cars   And plastic brains in plastic jars      Don't ever try to leave that place called San Francisco   I hear that guy's a little rough but still he's kind   And if you're tryin' to remove your sorry self from this here planet then that's fine   I'll only miss you half the time      Here comes a disco queen from mars   She's sellin' replacement chocolate bars   She's crowdin' all the crowded bars   Looking for new eighteen-inch plastic stars   She's selling silicone cigars   She's selling classy men classic cars   She's such a disco queen from mars   She's crowding all the crowded bars   She's got the disco ball in mars   She's quite addicted to the stars      ...from mars