I woke up last night, hearing these funny noises
And near the bed, I saw a little green man
He had three eyes and eleven hands
I think it was a Martian, I spoke to him kindly
The Martian first said noise of cork, growl of pig
With emphasis on snickers but that wasn't all
Then the Martian added noises of cork, growl of pig
With emphasis on snickers and then above all snickers
Seeing that I didn't understand, he beckoned me with his big fingers
To go with him near the window of his antenna on the tiles
He drew from right the words, he wrote down what he had just said
The Martian first wrote boing with emphasis on boing
But that wasn't all
Then the Martian added the noise of cork, growl of pig
With particular emphasis on the gloup and then especially the snickers
But as the day was about to dawn, suddenly he seemed in a hurry
Then he got into his rocket and disappeared in the smoke
That's where I woke up, I understood that I had dreamed
And as I passed near my window, believe me if you want
Everything was still drawn and then I finally understood
This Martian had made all the double slurps
With particular emphasis on the noise of cork
But that wasn't all, the Martian had added the boing
With particular emphasis on the squeak, that's all
Little Martian, if you can hear me , come back and see me from time to time
You will always find a table at my place to put your rocket
An hour or two to chat, at my place there is no question of being in a hurry.