Crop Circles

I was drivin' down the highway in my beat up '64
When a light came down from the sky and crash landed in the road...
So I pulled off to the shoulder and much to my surprise
Three short grey men with big black eyes cold asked me for a ride...
My hands-a-started-shakin' , my mouth done got real dry...
But with their reverb voice I had no choice but to let'm all inside...
Well I strapped in my ass, and I stepped on the gas, and I pushed it right down to the floor...
It was three grey men and one white dude in a beat up '64!

We drove up through the corn fields of Old Man Johnson's farm...
Three short grey men with big, black eyes cold grabbed me by the arm...
They asked me to pull over, and let their leader drive...
So I open the door and I fell to the floor, thank the Lord I was still alive....
Well, they circled through the corn fields makin' alien designs...
Then off they drove into the night, left a trail of smoke behind!