Blue Is the Goo
To be sung to the tune of Red Is the Rose
Blue is the goo when aliens screw,
And blue are the scales on their baby,
And blue is my heart, when we're far apart,
Would you prefer an alien, maybe?
Oh, I met her one day, ten parsecs far away,
From where a star went nova,
I learned about the charms of a girl with seven arms,
As we rolled in the bright orange clover.
But her mothership called, and her green ass she hauled,
Back to her home in Orion,
And she left me here alone, to pine and sigh and moan,
As I will to the day I am dyin'.
Oh, blue is the goo when aliens screw,
And blue are the scales on their baby,
And blue is my heart, when we're far apart,
Would you prefer an alien, maybe?