Look in the sky over there,
see that light, oh it's gone
No, over there, look it's moving,
What could it be, look it's right over here,
bathed in blue light, feel that warmth,
I used to see these things
Back before logic trained
Minds that were free to run wild
But they looked like pancakes to me
Hot off the griddle and floating
Silvery sometimes but mostly
Mother put love in the platter for you
Angels and aliens know the
we ate that apple and died
We are so sick of the stuff
Eat anything to get high,
My, hear our cry, we're so hungry,
Send an invasion of flapjacks to this
They were a part of the plan
Without their light we'd be junkies
Should've ate them flapjack
Better get some flapjacks from the sky
You're the that's from the sky