It happened on a daynNot unlike todaynThe coffee filled my cup nBut love remained an empty holenEventually, nabove me only blue, nBut a threatening kind of hue, nA fiery meteor cracked opennFrom the molten glow nit appeared, nnHer from Planet Furncould never tempt a man like menI'm to well grounded I don't neednthat kind of bourgeois frivolitynwell she can go back nto where she came fromnfor all I care nHer from Planet Fur, from Planet FurnnI gathered up my nerve nand breached a girlish curvenIt bit back like a dognor maybe I imagined that a radioncrackled in my throat, nAnd I thought I heard the note, nOf an anthem you can't humnAnd while I ponderednaround my feet a tentaclennHer from Planet Furnwith that pale pink complexionnAnd in your mouth a cocked ray-gunnTied to a bed of aluminumnWell, She can go back nto where she came fromnfor all I carenHer from Planet Fur, from Planet furnnHer from Planet FurnWith every boy wrapped tightly around nher finger, She won't let them down, nA pinch of flesh for every pound, nI'm to well grounded, I don't need nthat type of bourgeois frivolity, nWell She can go back nto where she came from, for all I carennHer from Planet Fur, from Planet Fur