The first song we ever recorded. We're not from Bristol.

The Bristol Breakdown.

WHY (We are The Beige Stripes).

Two Russians go to Yarmouth or some shit.

We have nothing against Russians.

But we hate Yarmouth.

Holiday in Gt. Yarmouth.

A song about marines.
In space.
Finding an alien senorita.
And trying to work out how to fuck her.
So basically NOTHING to do with Marines in Space.

WE ARE MARINES IN SPACE,
WE ARE MARINES IN SPACE,
ALIENS ARE NO MATCH FOR US,
BECAUSE WE'RE MARINES IN SPACE.

TRYING TO FIND AN E.T. SENORITA,
WASN'T TOO SURE HOW TO TREAT HER,
BETWEEN HER THIGHS WAS STORAGE HEATER,
AND ROUND THE BACK, THERE WAS A PARKING METER.
WHEN IT CAME TO THE TIME THAT SHE SAID TO EAT HER,
I WAS SHOULDERS DEEP IN THIS SPICY CREATURE.

Help, I Backwards!