Woke up this morning, read the headline, saw the news Interstellar visitor, got nothing to lose Yeah, they're coming for our freedom, coming for the crown But they haven't heard the sound that's gonna shut 'em down They plan to conquer with their cosmic ray machine They don't know the rhythm, the heart of the scene But the voltage is surging, the stage is set for war And the only kind of weapon is what they're hungry for Hey, you can't dominate a planet that's got rock 'n' roll You gonna dance until you lose your interstellar soul Come on, come on, get down, forget your mission plan The cosmic road stops when I take the microphone in my hand Leave your spaceship worries and your ray guns by the door We've got the sweet, sweet sound you've never heard before I'll show you the shake, the hip, the magic of the groove You're gonna forget the plan, you're gonna make a move When the dust settles, and the stars all fade away We'll raise a glass to doom and toast another day Perpetuate this life, this lonely little sphere But you gotta hurry up, before the king appears Hey, you can't dominate a planet that's got rock 'n' roll You gonna dance until you lose your interstellar soul Come on, come on, get down, forget your mission plan The cosmic road stops when I take the microphone in my hand The sound is loud, the crown is ours