Alien Race

There they go! Flying through the air! Hundreds of them! In different colors! Everywhere! Red ship, blue ship, three ship four! Who will win? When will it end? I can't bear to look anymore! Into the bunker we'll jump. Darkness for weeks Sitting rump-to-rump. 'Till the damned Zydeco music stops blarin' And the five-headed announcer stops caring. No one's watching the alien race, anyway. What a horrible host planet For the Grand Prix Milky Way.