(to Elton John's Goodbye Yellow Brick Road)
Look out, they’re gonna fly down
Saucers are going to land
I think they’ll do us some harm
Or can you trust a three fingered man?
A secret won't last you forever
I’m seeking the noble truth
It won’t be pleasant when the doors will open
This Fox won’t run or be fleein’ the coop
I’m Spooky Mulder, the rogue
On the case for the strange that confound
They placed me here in the X-Files
A bargain like dear old Faust
Seek out the strangers that roam in the woods
Or in the ivory tow’rs
Oh, I’d like to ride with the saucer guys
Above our orbiting globe.
I know I’ve got a dear friend
She’s questioning me all the same
She will scoff when I show her a necklace of garlic
Will save her pretty neck again
Skinner might get a replacement
I’ve plenty of mags to be browsed
Monsters, our world’s got a plenty
Least so I’m told, but there’s none that I’ve found
I’m Spooky Mulder, the rogue
On the prowl for societies wild
A tale surreal or it ends foul
In eerie rooms and locales
Tales unexplained should be solved if they could
Baking my frontal brain lobes
So I’m lifting my eyes to the starry skies
To find the government’s role.
Copyright 2010 Warren Baker
Look out, they’re gonna fly down
Saucers are going to land
I think they’ll do us some harm
Or can you trust a three fingered man?
A secret won't last you forever
I’m seeking the noble truth
It won’t be pleasant when the doors will open
This Fox won’t run or be fleein’ the coop
I’m Spooky Mulder, the rogue
On the case for the strange that confound
They placed me here in the X-Files
A bargain like dear old Faust
Seek out the strangers that roam in the woods
Or in the ivory tow’rs
Oh, I’d like to ride with the saucer guys
Above our orbiting globe.
I know I’ve got a dear friend
She’s questioning me all the same
She will scoff when I show her a necklace of garlic
Will save her pretty neck again
Skinner might get a replacement
I’ve plenty of mags to be browsed
Monsters, our world’s got a plenty
Least so I’m told, but there’s none that I’ve found
I’m Spooky Mulder, the rogue
On the prowl for societies wild
A tale surreal or it ends foul
In eerie rooms and locales
Tales unexplained should be solved if they could
Baking my frontal brain lobes
So I’m lifting my eyes to the starry skies
To find the government’s role.
Copyright 2010 Warren Baker
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