UFO Has Landed in the Ghetto Ry Cooder

[Verse 1]
Lonesome outer space 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 this ghetto planet that everyone's singin' about

[Verse 2]
Tuning in the local scene on the radio
The D.J. on the radar screen is telling him where to go
Well the funky fever's getting louder, sounds just like a soul encounter
Cruisin' for some barbecue right up Central Avenue
He's got a little dance he wants to do

[Verse 3]
He pulls up to a big night club in his UFO
Gets right in with all the folks out on the big dance floor
But it really stops the action, everybody's mystified
To see that little step he's got as he goes glidin' by

[Verse 4]
Now, he ain't doin' the Gigolo 'cause he ain't got no hips
Looks like the Funky Chicken man, accept he ain't got no lips
Those shiny metal threads he's wearin', boy, really got some class
I think he's doin' the bump, but I can't seem to find his ass

[Verse 5]
Now, everybody fall in line
(He's reet, he's neat, he can't be beat)
You shake your shimmy like I shake mine
(He's hand held and 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
That UFO has landed in the ghetto
That UFO has landed in the ghetto
That UFO has landed in the ghetto
That UFO has landed in the ghetto