Martian:
Why did you land your aircraft here?
Wipe off that bucktoothed stupid sneer.
The punishment could be severe.
Now is that clear, now is that clear?
BUGS:
Please take me to your leader bro.
This lands just right for things to grow.
I can only talk \"with him though\"!
Not you you schmo, not you you schmo.
Martian:
I am the leader you dumb hare!
Don\'t stand there with that goofy stare.
What is this plan you wish to share?
Speak if you dare, speak if you dare.
BUGS:
I wanna grow \'pot\' here Ameer.
It\'s just the perfect atmosphere.
They\'ll be no Elmer Fudd to fear;
on this frontier, on this frontier.
Martian:
I already grow weed here dude.
Now you put me in a bad mood.
Best leave or you\'ll be getting \'skewed\';
and barbecued, and barbecued~
~`~`the, the, that\'s all folks`~`~