From e/wbear@hibernia.ca Thu Jul 02 04:49:05 1998

Newsgroups: alt.slack

Subject: Leaving On A Saucer (an X-day ballad)

From: e/wbear@hibernia.ca (Air Bear)

Date: Thu, 02 Jul 1998 11:49:05 GMT

 

Leaving On A Saucer

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All my bags are packed, my guns are cleaned,

With fully loaded magazines,

I hate to shake you up, but I'll sure try,

For the dawn is breaking, it's early morn,

The Xists waiting, your time has come,

Already it's too late, and so you die.

 

So kiss ass in fear of me,

Tell me you'll go queer for me,

Blow me in the radioactive glow,

Cause I'm leaving on a saucer,

As Bob Dobb's science officer,

Oy ve it's great to go.

 

There's so many times you blew me off,

Too many times I took your guff,

I tell you what it means, it means you're dead.

Every place you go, I'll hunt you down,

Every round I fire, will hit you clown,

When I come back, I'll wear your severed head.

 

So kiss ass and plead to me,

Kill me fast and mercifully,

Please don't make it painful and so slow.

Cause I'm leaving on a saucer,

As Bob Dobb's science officer,

The Yeti kin in tow.

 

Now the time is ripe to slay you,

But before we do we'll flay you,

Then roast your eyes, and serve them on a bun.

Scream in vain, your days are over,

Just a snack for dear old Rover,

I hope he likes his pinkboy meat well done.

 

So kiss ass and plead your case,

It's no use, Dobbs left this place,

In outer space no one can hear you scream,

Yeah I'm leaving on a saucer,

As Bob Dobb's science officer,

My frop pipe all aglow,

Oy ve, it's time to go....

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(C) 1998 Musical Bears