A man and a woman walking down the Street
With a son and a daughter it was oh so sweet
She'd heard the voices from outer space
She'd heard the voices from outer space
Saying, never trust a man
with egg on his Face
Three months later mrs b stands
A smile on her face, blood on her hands
she was the victim of an awful plan.
Announced through the mouthpiece of a Little green man
Saying, never trust a man
with egg on his Face
