I Hear They Smoke the Barbecue

I lie awake I was waiting for the clouds to break No doubt you've heard About the door in through the Northern Pole It's hard to believe Are there people living underneath? I hear they live on fruit and air I hear they love ole Yogi Bear I hear they're good at parking cars I hear they want to be like we are They'll move next door They'll be a part of thе neighborhood As sad as we are Thе company must love the misery Now we're on the darkside of forever I fear them hard times are beginning for real I hear their sky is pink all day I hear they love ole Yogi Bear I hear they sneak around at night I hear they want to be like we are We stay up late Waiting for the clouds to break Through the barbecue smoke Men from Mars? It's no joke We're not alone Eager eyes watch the sky My new buddies and me We say Misery must love company Now we're on the darkside of forever I hear them hard times are beginning for real I lie awake waiting for the clouds to break