Made in Garage Band, FYI. ;)

I wrote a song about a space vixen,
With lyrics that are quite transfixin'!
(brain surrenders, and dies.)

A lot's been going on in my life, but right now, I'm poor! So I can't do anything either life, or business related! So... Since I can't run around town and spend money, (Or work on work-related projects,) I actually sat down last night (and most of today) and hammerred out this song I wrote the lyrics to over the course of a few months when I was taking a lunch break at my work.

I got the idea for this song from driving to work, and listening to WAY TOO MUCH Rob Zombie. ;)

I challenged myself to NOT repeat any words that rhyme with Vixen. (other than the chorus, mind you.)

I got these sweet earbuds from a Sony Walkman MP3 Player thingy that play all sorts of bass, but that doesn't mean it sounds the same to the rest of you? Hrmm... (shrugs) Hope it sounds good for you!

Naughty lyrics for your perusal :

(creepy Spoken Voice)
We mean you no harm. How can we show you we come in peace?
(/Creepy Spoken Voice.)

I remember my suspicion
That it was just hopeful wishin'
A rumor of such condition
That we were not alone.

They claim it was a peaceful mission
Explorers on an expedition
Experiencing without omission
The culture we have grown.

Sharing cosmic intuition
Seeing what comes to fruition
Requesting everyone's submission
For their theories they must hone.

Paranoia was my volition
I sensed their guile and encription
It sounded too much like science fiction
The truth had best be known.

I was pondering this premonition
On a dance floor exhibition
When I saw her tail a-swishin'
To the musical repetition
I lost all my opposition
Never mind my inhibition
Her atomic bombs were nuclear fission
My mind had just been blown!

(Chorus)
She was a-
Bitchin' Space Vixen
With the X-rated vision
On a course for collision
She was aimin' for me!

I stood with open arms
thankin' all my lucky charms
I could hear the fire alarms
She was hot as could be!

Bitchin' Space Vixen

Bitchin's Space Vixen
Already made up my descision
With the curves of such precision
Out to evaluate me!

Don't need no mind control
To do the stop, drop and roll
A test subject with the goal--
Breeding interplanetary!
(/chorus)

Now we rest at intermission
With this galactic exposition
I realize just what I've been missin'
Now that her intentions are shown.

Don't want this fever in remission
As her lips I keep a kissin'
Sparks a flyin' from the friction
of traveling along her tight warp zone.

Fuses blowing with each emission
Can't short circuit the addiction
Takin' parts-- Insertin', Switchin'
Excessive discharge we were prone.

Makin' music-- but we're no musician.
Pushing buttons, but no technician
Trying to hold out-- but there's no resistin'
A Fox that's beggin' for your bone!

(Chorus)
Bitchin' Space Vixen
With the X-rated vision
On a course for collision
She was aimin' for me!

I stood with open arms
thankin' all my lucky charms
I could hear the fire alarms
She was hot as could be!

Don't need the ray gun
I got the probe
It's the best invasion
To ever hit the globe!

Bitchin' Space Vixen
Already made up my descision
With the curves of such precision
Out to evaluate me!

I Don't need no mind control
To do the stop, drop and roll
A test subject with the goal--
Breeding interplanetary!
(/chorus)

Their homeworld sent them a transmission
'Please come back!" Read the petition
Would they answer such conviction?
Their leader held a worried tone.

She slyly explained the crew's position
How their engines needed fixin'
They'll try to survive this savage perdition
Here's hoping they can hold their own!

We then got back into the mixin'
I'm her cure, she likes the prescription
Expending all my ammunition
A practice that I must condone!

And thus concludes this fine edition
Of foxy ambassadors beyond description
Searching planets for admission
To their list of worlds that make them moan!

(Chorus)
She was a-
Bitchin' Space Vixen
With the X-rated vision
A mistress of demolition
She was bangin' with me!

I held in my arms
workin' all my lucky charms
Settin' off the fire alarms
She was screamin' with glee!

Don't need the ray gun
I got the probe
It's the best invasion
To ever rock the globe!

Bitchin' Space Vixen
Body coaxin' with each constriction
With the curves of such precision
Out to copulate me!

I Don't need no mind control
To do the stop, drop and roll
A test subject with the goal--
Breeding interplanetary!
(/chorus)

It's like they say-- whoever "they" are...

Once you start a-yiffin', You can never go back once you go vixen.... Ha ha ha!

Bitchin' Space Vixen, YEAH!

(End Song.)