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 glass saucers smashing to pieces)
*SMASH!, OWW!, *SMASH!, OOOH!, *SMASH!, AHAH!, *SMASH!, OWWW!

(chorus:) 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 blist,
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 from smashes and groans through 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)


Okay, not exactly what was requested but I couldn't resist

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HTML line breaks added. -JoeClone 26-Jan-2001.