Flying Saucers
Our marriage used to be
Like the sweetest harmony.
Everything was peachy at the start.
Like a rocket to the moon,
It was over much too soon.
When she hit me on the head, she broke my heart.
(Sound effect of ceramic saucers smashing to pieces:)
(Smash!) OWW! (Smash!) OOOH! (Smash!) AHAH! (Smash!) OWWW!
CHO: Flying saucers, flying saucers,
Flying from the hands of my wife,
Flying saucers, cups and saucers,
Are breaking up my happy wedding life.
Last night I sure was blissed
When she threw a plate and missed.
I cried, "This is goodbye to our romance."
But she pleaded as she said,
"Though the plate just missed your head,
I'm your wife and I deserve another chance."
(Repeat smashes, groans, and chorus.)
So to science I declare,
For those saucers in the air,
You don't have to look to Jupiter or Mars.
You can solve this mystery.
Find a woman who is free,
Marry her, and you will soon be seeing stars.
Repeat smashes, groans, and chorus
RM
July01
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!