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It came down from the sky.
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Must've been about eight miles high.
It was a flying saucer
machine,
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About the
biggest I've ever seen.
They asked me to get inside,
Took me for a long long ride.
At a
thousand times the speed of light,
I was gone nearly half the night.
When I got back to solid ground,
People came from miles around
To hear
my tale again and again.
They asked me how and why and when.
They asked about my flying saucer.
I had no time for Freud or
Chaucer.
I changed my name, I grew a beard,
'Cause things were getting
pretty weird.
Now I have no time to call my own;
The CIA has tapped my phone.
What to
do? I just don't know,
Since I took that ride on that UFO.