U.F.O.!


Copyright 2001 by Grant Carrington

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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.

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I haven't been to class in weeks.
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I been running with the flying saucer freaks.

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.