There was darkness, there was light
There was day, there was night
There was wrong, there was right
and then there was me...

You didn't even know me but you treated me like dirt
You didn't even know me but you called me a jerk
and then there was me...

I'm from a planet near a star you wouldn't know, it's very far
They're calling me the man from Mars and I think
They're insulting me...

They try to take my special suit
They say my head looks like fruit
What is fruit? - put your hands up or i'll shoot!

I don't have hands
Across the galaxy I flew- heard a peaceful message sent by you
Now I find you're judged by colour and size
I can't believe what you call my

Eyes the guy who sailed the sky and I think i'd like to live here
Like to share your mountains, share your trees and share your rivers
I've never seen so many beings of so many colours
I'd like one day for you to say I can call you brother

I'd like to learn about your pizza and your weather
and we can learn about how beings live together
and then there was we...

So if you're thinking about being a spaceman it doesn't matter if you're black or white
...or purple or green or blue or
...red or yellow with polka dots on your head
...or made of snow or made of wheat
...or lookin' like something that's kind of a tree



Racial Harmony - that's what it's all about folks!
...or maybe I just like the song