[Spoken]
  And now, here is The Voice
  Toe to toe
  Dancing very close
  Body breathing
  Almost comatose
    Wall to wall
  People hypnotized
  And they're stepping lightly
  Hang each night in Rapture
    Back to back
  Sacrailiac
  Spinless movement
  And a wild attack
    Face to face
  Sadly solitude
  And it's finger popping
  Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture
    [Spoken]
  The world is very different now, for man holds in his mortal hand
  the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life
    Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's high
  DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
  Flash is fast, Flash is cool
  Francois sez fas, Flashe' no do
  And you don't stop, sure shot
  Go out to the parking lot
  And you get in your car and you drive real far
  And you drive all night and then you see a light
  And it comes right down and lands on the ground
  And out comes a man from Mars
  And you try to run but he's got a gun
  And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
  And then you're in the man from Mars
  You go out at night, eatin' cars
  You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
  Mercurys and Subarus
  And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
  Then, when there's no more cars
  You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet
  Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
  One to one, man to man
  Dance toe to toe
  Don't move to slow, 'cause the man from Mars
  Is through with cars, he's eatin' bars
  Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall
  He's gonna eat 'em all
  Rapture, be pure
  Take a tour, through the sewer
  Don't strain your brain, paint a train
  You'll be singin' in the rain
  I said don't stop, do punk rock
    [Spoken]
  We observe today not a victory of party, party, party, party, party,
  (you bet) party, (you bet) party, (you bet)!
  Party, party, (you bet) party, party, (you bet) party, party, party, party, party
  And now, here is The Voice!
    Well now you see what you wanna be
  Just have your party on TV
  'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars when the TV's on
  And now he's gone back up to space
  Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
  And you hip-hop, and you don't stop
  Just blast off, sure shot
  'Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
  And now he only eats guitars, get up!
    Ooh, ooh oh!
  Ooh, ooh oh!