Lonesome outerspace invader blasting through the night 
Tuning in the soul music on the satellite 
All that low-down funky rhythm makes him jump and shout 
Just got to find that ghetto planet that everyone's talkin' about 

Tuning in the local scene on the radio 
The D.J. on the radar screen is telling him where to go 
The funky fever's getting louder, sounds just like a soul encounter 
Cruisin' for some bar-b-que right up Central Avenue 
And he's got a little dance he wants to do 

He pulls up to a big night club in his UFO 
Gets right in with all the folks out on the big dance floor 
It really stops the action, everybody's mystified 
To see that little step he's got as he goes glidin' by 

Now, he ain't doin' the Gigolo 'cause he ain't got no hips 
Looks like the Funky Chicken man, 'cept he ain't got no hips 
Those shiny metal threads he's wearin' really got some class 
I'd say he was doin' the Bomp, but I can't seem to find his ass 

Now, everybody fall in love 
He's reet, he's neat, he can't be beat 
You shake your shimmy like I shake mine 
He's hand held and he's jet propelled 
Shake it up from sun to sun 
He's fast and loose, he's full of juice 
Shake it like an atomic bomb 
He's got the goose so what's the use 
That UFO has landed in the ghetto