My name’s Fred Johnson and I’ll be doggone I woke up this morning and my sweet thing was gone Heard some squalling out the window and I went to look see Them saucers are truly reigning in Dixie
I called Web Wilder when she turned up missing He come up to my farm to give me a listen He looked everywhere but had to agree Them saucers are truly reigning in Dixie
If I don’t get my sweet thing back Gonna have a heart attack They don’t need her as much as me I’ll kick them saucers right outa Dixie
Now I don’t want no troubles with no UFO’s But them little green men they gotta go Gotta have my sweet thing can’t you see I’ll kick them saucers right outa Dixie