Lyrics by the great Luke Ski
Song structure:
Lead-in 8 measures – no lyric vocals
1st verse
1st chorus
2nd verse
2nd chorus
Middle 8
Bridge Rap
3rd verse
3rd chorus
Final chorus
Brief parody aside (4 measures of empty space)
Return to the final chorus & finale
Three female lead vocalists, each taking turns on lines. Carrie, Amy, and ???
Bold means they are all singing together, either in unison, or in harmony.
The (SEX!) parts will be recorded on another track, later all bounced onto one track.
The underlined lyrics are Luke’s parts.
(very soft subtle sexy noises and cat-like noises)
1st verse:
Hello there, space person. So glad you could visit.
And by the looks of you, you seem so exquisite.
It’s been a long trip, why don’t you take a ‘paws’.
You know that “R and R” is a standard ‘claws’.
This rock’s revolvin’, while were evolvin’,
We’re upright kitty cats who land on our feet.
So make a beeline, straight to a feline,
You’ll learn this planet’s red because we are all in heat.
1st chorus:
We are the sex (SEX!) kittens… sex kittens from Mars…
We are the sex (SEX!) kittens… from beyond the stars…
Climb in my litter box and things will be fine,
The time of your life will be my time of nine,
We are the sex (SEX!) kittens… sex kittens from Mars.
2nd verse:
This is the planet where no passion is hidden.
Spaying and neutering are long since forbidden.
You’ll never stray once you have seen what you’re getting.
I’ll twitch my whiskers during your heavy petting.
So if you’re smitten, for this here kitten,
Come on and cross my path, white, brown, gray, or black.
First there’s some growlin’, and then some yowlin’,
You don’t need Dr. Seuss to get this ‘Cat In The Sack’.
2nd chorus:
We are the sex (SEX!) kittens… sex kittens from Mars…
We are the sex (SEX!) kittens… from beyond the stars…
You be my Ro-Meow, I’ll be Juliet,
I’ll cough up hairballs just so you can play Vet.
We are the sex (SEX!) kittens… sex kittens from Mars.
Yeah, if you’re looking for some tail,
We’ll make you caterwaul and wail and sing…
I’ll be the Martian you want most,
So come on, bring your scratching post,
and then I’ll play with your balls… (Vocalist A holds note on balls)
Oh yes, we’ll play with your balls… (Vocalist B holds note on balls)
Oh yes, we’ll play with your balls… (Vocalist C holds note on balls, until they all end)
…of string!
Hello Kitty! Come and cross my path,
And see Garfield taking a Lasagna bath,
Catwoman and Stimpy in a puddle of drool,
And MC Skat Kat doin’ Paula Abdul!
Josie and her Pussycats’ whiplash
Made Sylvester shout ‘Sufferin’ Succotash!”
And I’m Tom, don’tchya know? Are you ready to go?
Cause I’m a pimp Lion-O and you’re my Thundercat HOOOOO!!!
3rd verse:
So take advantage of our astro-diversion.
Our prime directive is a life of ‘purr’-version.
There’s nothing better than a tongue bath for two.
Collars and leashes both for me and for you.
Take away his keys; give him some Friskies,
This cat scratch fever will give you Martian fits.
I’ll make you cripple, with my cat-nip-ple,
When you get home you’ll say “I tawt I taw puddy tits!”
3rd chorus:
We are the sex (SEX!) kittens… sex kittens from Mars…
We’ll trap your mouse with stuff more tempting than cheese,
A Siamese down on her knees, if you please.
We are the sex (SEX!) kittens… sex kittens from Mars.
Awwrr-ME-YOW!!!
We are the sex (SEX!) kittens… sex kittens from Mars…
We are the sex (SEX!) kittens… from beyond the stars…
Join our Meow Mixer, come on don’t be a tease,
When you leave, you’ll say. “Thanks for the mammories!”
Brief parody aside (done to the tune of “Memory” from the musical “Cats”):
Mammories,
Hey man, check out these boobies,
Why drink milk from a saucer,
Return to the final chorus & finale:
We are the sex (SEX!) kittens… sex kittens from Mars.
Meow-ow-ow…
Sex kittens from Mars.
Meow-ow-ow…
Sex kittens from Mars.
Meow-ow-ow…
Sex kittens from Mars.