Flying Saucer Over Mongolia

There's a great big old eyeball
Rolling on the white-wash fence
Under shooting stars falling
Falling under purple planets

There's a rock with a big top
Licking me on my earlobe
Floating in the midnight sun
Up in the purple Arctic Circle

Mongolia, I long for you
Mongolia, in my flying saucer I'm searching for you

And a giraffe is dancing
Tango upon my forehead
While we glow in the deep dive
Mongolia sings my favorite salt song

Genghis Khan was a Mongol
And he had a good eyeball
He comes from where I am dreaming
Dreaming of scrеaming horses that tap-dance

Mongolia, I long for you
Mongolia, in my flying saucer I'm sеarching for you

Mongolia, I long for you
Mongolia, in my flying saucer I'm searching
In my flying saucer I'm searching
In my flying saucer I'm searching for you