Whooo!
Don’t pop your carrottop.
We’re still waiting for the martian dance invasion across the nation.
It's a clean sweep.
Baby yah.

Groovin' to a new thing.
It’s like a bullfight.
And call all the kids.

Get down at midnight.
And let the moonlight.
It's a mean sight.
Baby Yah!

Don’t pop your carrottop.
We’re still waiting for the Martian Dance invasion across the nation.
It's a clean sweep.
Baby yah.

You should blast off.
Please Mr. Brainiac, don’t pop your top off.
You kids could know.
Don’t tell the grownups.
Take the secret vow.
I swear my lips are sewn up.

Don’t pop your carrottop.
We’re still waiting for the Martian Dance invasion across the nation.
It's a clean sweep.
Baby yah.

You should blast off.
Please Mr. Brainiac, don’t pop your top off.
You kids could know.
Don’t tell the grownups.
Take the secret vow.
I swear my lips are sewn up.
Yah!


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Martian Dance Invasion song meanings
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