(Verse 1)
Pulled in the drive with my Chevy, sun sinkin’ low
Smell of fresh apple pie from the kitchen window
But the screen door flew open, she yelled “Grab my purse!”
With three little green men in a neon reverse!
Chorus
Oh, the space aliens are chasin’ my grandma!
Zappin’ the roses with their little ray gun drama!
She’s outrunnin’ saucers in her velour track suit
Leavin’ stardust trails in her orthopedic boot!
Yeah, the space aliens are chasin’ my grandma!
And she’s winnin’ the race with a casserole pan, ah!
(Verse 2)
She swerved through the cornfield, they beeped in their ship
Tossed a Tupperware full of meatloaf—it hit with a zip!
They’ve analyzed her knitting and scanned her tea cozy
But they didn’t count on a granny who’s so dang nosey!
Chorus
Oh, the space aliens are chasin’ my grandma!
Zappin’ the roses with their little ray gun drama!
She’s outrunnin’ saucers in her velour track suit
Leavin’ stardust trails in her orthopedic boot!
Yeah, the space aliens are chasin’ my grandma!
And she’s winnin’ the race with a casserole pan, ah!
(Bridge)
Grandpa just shook his head, said “Leave her be, boys!
She’ll have ’em all sorted by the end of Wheel of Fortune noise.”
She offered ’em sweet tea and a plate of shortbread
Now they’re fixin’ her roof ‘stead of takin’ her head!
Outro
(Spoken over a fading banjo and synth riff)
Yeah, they’re mowin’ the lawn now and callin’ her “Ma’am”
Turns out they just wanted her recipe for jam!
So if you see a bright light over the county line…
Just send Grandma Betty—she’ll have ’em all shinin’!
Whoo-ee!