There lived a man up on a hill br The locals did not bid him ill br But playground whispers of this one br Who kept his offspring in the sun br In jars of luminous liquid filled br And so the rumours they did spill br Of mysterious happenings, eerie sights br The house that glowed in dead of night br That circles appear in his back yard br Such stories and more were often heard br When ladies met in the salon br And children sung the alien song br br Just an eccentric br Up on a hill br His vision was his happy pill br Fed the minds that longed to dream br The stories that they craved to see br An explorer of his own dark mind br Recognition he longed to find br With imagined tales and scary mask br What filled his day was a task br Spaceships, aliens and other toys br Often that are made for boys br Creatures from another land br In many toy shop he would stand br Collect the best that he can br To feed the rumour of the Alien Manbr br Alc Harrisbr br