You believe in flying saucers, aliens, and purple monstersAnd somehow I think you’re the only oneYou’re saying to me, « I’ll never believe thisJust last night I spoke with ElvisAnd we went out on a shopping spree. »And you, you’re the crazy oneAnd you, you’re just having funSo you, you’re my space age momCall your friends at the psychic connectionTell ’em about the stars’ conventionAnd we can all ride down in your space age carTofu hot dogs, meditation, reading books by Carl SaganNo doubt about it, you’re one of a kindAnd you, you’re the crazy oneAnd you, you’re just having funSo you, you’re my space age mom