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
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