My baby’s in the backseat Reading a magazine I’m in the front seat Cooking up a dirty scheme
I got my fake mustache on the floor She got her red wig on the dashboard
And we go storming through the galaxy with pistols in our hands Stealing all your money and invest it when we can Been down for 15 days in another dimension Nice to meet you But we’re gone
[chorus] We fly we fly we fly Up into the sky Sci-fi bandits in disguise
My baby’s at the window I’m on crowd control We exit in our sci-fi green pinto We stored a portal on the floor ya’ll If you get in it, it transports any mortal.