Words by Elizabeth Hensley
To the tune of, &quot;Yankee Doodle&quot;

Uncle Martin came to town
Riding in his spaceship.
He crashed right into the ground
When giving Air Force planes the slip!

Uncle Martin keep it up!
Uncle Martin dandy!&nbsp;&nbsp;	
Your antennae slip right in your head
Which makes them nice and handy!

Uncle Martin came from Mars
And landed on our Planet.
I don&#39;t know what he thinks of it,
Except it&#39;s wild I&#39;ll grant it!

Uncle Martin keep it up!
Uncle Martin dandy!
Your antennae slip right in your head
Which keeps them nice and handy!