Story Behind the Song
I think this was originally gonna be a song about how silly it is to smoke. But sometimes you gotta follow a song where it takes you, and this one told me it was going to be about intrepid pioneers conquering new territory. Seems an altogether nobler topic, eh?
Lyrics
They came in silver spaceships, and called us friends,
But farmer Sam out on the edge of town was racist, and just about shot 'em down.
We gave 'em cigarettes to make amends.
Some were insulted, but most just laughed,
and said "no wonder your hospitals are understaffed.
"You keep your poison, we got work to do."
And they built an alien house or two.
They'd studied our world's history,
And they knew the sorts of things that we'd
Been doing all these centuries.
And they fit in well.
They took some breaks and gave us saucer rides,
We showed 'em how to rope a steer, and took 'em out for chips and beer.
That afternoon the President arrived.
And they said, "Hi, so you're the leader.
Where's your wife? We'd like to meet 'er."
And the army came all around the site,
And kept a close watch day and night.
More and more were coming, it seemed, every day,
And building alien bungalows, and planting alien crops in rows,
Until the time came when we heard them say,
"Sorry folks, there's no more space,
You'll have to move on out to another place."
"You told us we were friends", we said.
"Sure" they replied, "All our enemies are dead."
They'd studied our world's history,
And they knew the sorts of things that we'd
Been doing all these centuries.
And they fit in well.
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