Woke up this morning, read the headline, saw the news
Interstellar visitor, got nothing to lose
Yeah, they're coming for our freedom, coming for the crown
But they haven't heard the sound that's gonna shut 'em down

They plan to conquer with their cosmic ray machine
They don't know the rhythm, the heart of the scene
But the voltage is surging, the stage is set for war
And the only kind of weapon is what they're hungry for

Hey, you can't dominate a planet that's got rock 'n' roll
You gonna dance until you lose your interstellar soul
Come on, come on, get down, forget your mission plan
The cosmic road stops when I take the microphone in my hand

Leave your spaceship worries and your ray guns by the door
We've got the sweet, sweet sound you've never heard before
I'll show you the shake, the hip, the magic of the groove
You're gonna forget the plan, you're gonna make a move

When the dust settles, and the stars all fade away
We'll raise a glass to doom and toast another day
Perpetuate this life, this lonely little sphere
But you gotta hurry up, before the king appears

Hey, you can't dominate a planet that's got rock 'n' roll
You gonna dance until you lose your interstellar soul
Come on, come on, get down, forget your mission plan
The cosmic road stops when I take the microphone in my hand

The sound is loud, the crown is ours